Cyclone

I can make like a whirlwind like a music box to wind up to start the music flowing

Tricky with the tasks I've got on hand I might need to join a band psyche

I got a mind that plays so risky with thoughts that can't be outmatched cause a the plots I think of

My mouth is like that of a barrel and my tongue is the trigger to start firing some nasty words in your face

This is my bait I've layed fourth i ain't tryna act like I'm bigger than yall I can rap the same but with a different brain

Cause we all know that no one else is the fucken same, I've felt the pain of betrayal, blades placed in my back

So now im back always ready to attack when you test me, push me, doubt me, call me a liar you'll be the one playing with fire

But in this case I won't be the one to burn from the heat I'll spit like a flame thrower breathing fire like a dragon

No forfeiting, I ain't one player that will be quitting, so who the fuck you think you sitting on?

I'm just an underground rappad artist like the rest of these folk who entered, but I'm here and my spot is solidified

I'm not someone that needs to be defined against my plots are sicker than the minds of innocent children, get it? Uh

I won't be the one in the hot seat, just the smell of my breath will get you to rot, hurt you so bad like a kick to the crotch

This will be a plan that I'll botch catch a bitch slacking and get to hacking, get it? I'm like a

 

Cyclone

Sitting on my throne, no one else to get it I'm mixed In the head with different types of formulas like a

Cyclone

Strong winds and harsh rain, with hail storms overhead, and debris flying in the wind i can be a mess a force to be reckoned with like a

Cyclone

Reaching speeds of 120 miles per hour, im soft but still sour, I don't run and hide like a coward I'm hard to push over the edge I'm like a

Cyclone

 

No one hitter quitters my outfits are lit with shit I can muster, skillset is a tangible style or is it? Can't tell

I'll give you an example in the form of a song let me drop in a preview of it I'll being Going For Seconds

It's full of explicit shit I could spit like I'm that cold and have your faces to contort, to be filled with disgust but so what

There's freedom of speech I'll just be pushing it to the edge bitch

It's all just for entertainment purposes, so don't get too offended when you hear the verse of the 44. mag or cherry poppin

No cap, I can spit like that, should I choose to diss It could be a devastating mistake to say "fuck it, I'm going all out"

I'm one tough competitor to rap against its no threat just me being me showing what I got to take my platform to a greater level

And to perform for the audience I just hope I've got more than one alliances that got my back in order to rap on a track

I don't slack, or say jack shit, play no games, you got no idea how long it took to tame this shit I could spit

I'm just a reject to the public in my community, but they opinions on me are nothing I've developed an immunity

Rob is a repeated offender, jail bird, Paul is a miscreant, stealing gas, or tools, and the police are crooked that secretly smoke weed and scared of the public finding out cause they want it to be discrete

But believe me if you keep on pushing me to the brink, take second to think if i won't expose those skeletons you got hiding in the closet

I'm trying find a job just to make my next deposit, maken songs that one day will be such big hits

Don't get me wrong I seem nice, but with enough pressure placed on my plate, I'll released some facts cause i create music it helps me speak my mind I'm like a

 

Cyclone

Sitting on my throne, no one else to get it I'm mixed In the head with different types of formulas like a

Cyclone

Strong winds and harsh rain, with hail storms overhead, and debris flying in the wind i can be a mess a force to be reckoned with like a

Cyclone

Reaching speeds of 120 miles per hour, im soft but still sour, I don't run and hide like a coward I'm hard to push over the edge I'm like a

Cyclone

 

Yes, here's verse number three I still got my mind on the topic, I'm a strong language user when it comes to rap

I'd give two craps if you get offended, I'll speak with truth no matter what it takes just to lay down the facts

Give me ugly reactions if you can't stand the truth or wave them damn hands in the air and cheer along with the crowd

I'm in it to maintain my business that's slowly growing at a pace that I wish could change but to hell with that I'm patient

I'm okay with the way it's going, the way it's flowing, I'm perfectly content, I got full respect for all that can write and rap

It's no joke, just don't go poking around to start a ruckus, like clout chasing hill billies, get it? Like that movie Into The Storm

I can be just as warm as the next person but my bad sides gone through rough times enough to display a picture of domestic violence

No one can say the shit I can depict in a verse but just cause I say that I'm not challenging no one, like damn.

It's a song don't take it literal like 'Em said, Man i hate this crap this aint rap this is crazy the way we act when we confuse hip hop with real life when the music stops

Nobody can take a metaphor it just flies over they heads and second guess the shit that you just said, that's mistrust, such a bust, maybe I'm just guest but soon make this place my home, feeling like a

 

Cyclone

Sitting on my throne, no one else to get it I'm mixed I'm the head with different types of formulas like a

Cyclone

Strong winds and harsh rain, with hail storms overhead, and debris flying in the wind i can be a mess a force to be reckoned with like a

Cyclone

Reaching speeds of 120 miles per hour, im soft but still sour, I don't run and hide like a coward I'm hard to push over the edge I'm like a

Cyclone