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Young artist wit good taste in music.
Yo i'm 16 years old. I have loved hip-hop for about five years now and I love everything about it.
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 3:29
Lyrics
An ill sixteen year old raps-his-passion/
i'm tricky and fearful call me the combat-assassin/
I feel like a soilder that can't be laid-to-rest/
no matter the way i behave made-u-upset/
my intensions are correct when i spit-on the-mic/
gettin' erections off of this shit, it constricts-my-life/
Call me the champ, rockin'-the-flow-so-hard/
i'll steal ya fans, poppin'-show's-with my-barz/
Clean-up ya-act, u call yourself an emcee?/
ur dream-ain't-rap, i'm all the theme u need/
let my refreshing lyrics filter thru ur brain/
and maybe they'll start replenishing the time-of-day/
that u need to rethink the size of your mind-frame/
the king plays his style and ur's can't ride-fame/
i'm completely purified, and hard to get a hold of/
when i'm present greet me, whack rap is about to be over/
when u hear my hot tounge spit-insane-vocals/
it'll change ur norm, and split-lame-locals/
i'm entertainment to these outgoing-hip-hop-fans/
i'll never change it i won't stop flowing-sick-hot-jams/
I inject meds, i'm spittin' wit this path i'm ill/
intellicet was said, trippin on my rap appeal/
i will lyrically hurt u till u resign-from-livin'/
or go completely def, and decline-bein'-lifted/
it's too late now you've already heard-the-truth/
God don't want u now, i've burned-the-booth/
with my deadly-mimicing-demon-speaches/
that are steadly-uplifting-reason-for-diseases/
try and copy my style is like a choking-hazard/
no one dares to repeat this, it's unspoken-bastards/
u can laugh u can completely ignore-me/
cuz i don't give a fuck, God's the only man that comes before-me/
word the fuck up, ur listenin' to the straight wise/
with incrediable technique, teachin' the uncivilized/
The amazing Taktical, his rhymes are rough/
spittin' flames on the mic gonna make it destruct/
almost every rap cypher's a heated-discussion/
hip-hop's like a beat that needed-precussion/
i heard ya'll rappin' about what u stash-out/
i woudn't see any of it even if u lived in a glass-house/
it ain't nuttin' to a slick-writer, quick-fighter/
i was born in the rhytmetic-cypher/
i spit-fire, and i always grip the mic-tighter/
Go up on stage, rip flames, satisfiey-and-repeat/
i'm a beast in a cage u can't save, rapidly-increase/
my anger-and-torment, deliver excruciating pain/
i'm a danger-to-the-enviroment, remember this thing can't be tamed/
Rap-music brought it out of me about a year ago/
cant-refuse-it, it just grew on me now i fear to let it go/
I express my feelings to ya'll but u can't get to me/
nontheless a majority of ya'll at even fit to me/
97% of humans are stupid, that's why i educate/
everyone with my music, so u can grow brains and use 'em
I'm practically ridin' the mic with my smooth-flow/
I maracasly still ya sight, i'm deranged you-know/
Threating you and your family with my lyrical verses/
Penatrating my vocals through your skull like iron horses/
Maintain your composer with the enemy/
I cause enormus destruction... the only friend i need is (the devil)
