Destroy Rappers - 16 Bar Verse

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Ima prophet in the pit, where the profits counterfeit
They sellin dreams for a fee, but the cost is infinite
I’m the voice of the voiceless, where the cops just sit
In the hood where the hopes thin, been hustlin legit
 
Haters scribble in the margins, but I’m drafting the thesis
They can’t fathom the passion, I’m a cactus in the breezes
While the industry’s a circus, and the clowns all feastin
Im the elephant in the room, call it truth for a reason
 
No cash, but I’m rich with the words that I’m spittin
Ain’t no way they tax my soul, Ima rebel unbillioned
From the blocks where the sirens sing lullabies for children
Like the light in the dark, where the wickedness is hidden
 
Girls chattering like parrots, but the silence stay golden
Stayin focused on the mission, let the violence stay frozen
I make music for the masses, not the masses for the profit
Ima poet with a purpose, got the green light stop me, get knock out that's rocky, ya'll don't want none, I'm a taurus, want problems, I'm sticked up like a forest, you bore us, F - pleasure girl better bring my dough, or I'mma blow my cartridge like the old nintendo.    

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