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rocking a fitted cap torn shirt and worn jeans
i was born free walking the earth with sore feet
my core be, inheritly good but a wars before me
you'll see, in the end i'll defend wit more heat
an so speaks a walking hurricane endurin pain
burning flames, inside me rivals the surest thang
a certain change formed on the side of learnin shame
the perfect game, faltered easily by surface sprains
nervous angst. infests the crest of my mind
its my time, im changin the world with my rhymes
no side lines, play the game or face ya high crimes
no nine lives, youll get side swiped by land mines
no bland lines, original game like street poetry
a breeze blowing free with hardened beat potencies
there be no emcee that can touch this finesse
been pressed but not hard enough to clinch death
this thin flesh holds these thought that im-press
I’ve been fresh yall now just catchin my pens depth
Tempt this and yall will finally feel the full effect
With no respect I blow the deck and grow my rep

You rocked this shit, homie. Your technique stayed consistent with your usual quality of work, but your flow has seemingly improved. Not that it was off before, but this was just smooth as butter, bruh. Respect.

thanks for the feed upping

rocking a fitted cap torn shirt and worn jeans
i was born free walking the earth with sore feet
my core be, inheritly good but a wars before me
you'll see, in the end i'll defend wit more heat

I was feeling this. good way to open the verse



I’ve been fresh yall now just catchin my pens depth

Nice line


you've elevated since you started
and there's always room for growth


cool read