MY STYLE (lyrically)

[Grim]

You’ll get your dreams raided..deflated..I breath hatred.
Always evadin’ My “beams” aimin’.. you’re gettin’ cremated.
I’m spittin’ creative..more flow than a “sea native”
I rock OSCAR winning performances, none of’em b-rated…
I’ll take a low-budget flop and make it a classic.
I got the industry in a “pickle” yeah my style’s “vlassic”
My style is drastic..yeah..my style is acid..
I’ll knock it out the “park”, my style’s “jurrasic”
Hydrochloric words pierce the flesh like teeth
My style’s immortal, how can I rest in peace.
I’m an animal,I roar,beat my chest,and feast.
My style must be holy cause I bless the beats.
I’ve mastered this art. I’m rap’s assassin.
A sinsae of syllables I’m masked and blastin’
Some say it’s criminal..my acts surpassin.
That of most rappers.I’ll never be a “has-been.”
When curiosity “kills me” I’ll find BIGGIE and ask HIM.
BIG-PUN,PAC…..PROOF OR EASY.
This kid runs blocks it’s the booth that feeds me.
My style’s so regal…blue-bloods bleed me
I’ll fly like an eagle. It’s my style that freed me.