Evolved(freestyle)

I take after my dad in the fact

we ain't lying for shit.

he always said he regreted signing his kids.

and then started whining like a little bitch.

just to prove the dude was transparent

yeah see through

because he was never embarrassed.

to say he was too busy not caring.

or that he didn't need you

explains why I won't be beat soon.

because I been battling people dissing since I was a kid and

those bitches are the reason I never listen to anything other than the beat tune.

that's why in this game I feel the same as neku.

because I'm +definite, with the sheets tomb.

used to be hesitant,with the heat fumes.

My lyrics have always been drawn from compassion and that was the dawn of an assassin

and that caused me to be neglected ,endlessly.

and that would effected, me mentally

my lyrical ability was rejected ,until eventually

the affect shown it,as soon as I bet on it,crispy feet flew

then I got out of that hate

and the only debate

is if Im top five or top three on their page

and now I'm free from the rage.

just not the controversy

I gotta grab an attorney

because they say I make my lines absurdly

as a turd seen

shitting out a man in his thirties.

well let's piss off these birdies

that are tweeting over me tweaking over a verse be

cause I said I wouldn't give aid

to a bitch not even a plate of grapes.

because she has her peas

I don't like vegetables or these fruits little festival flurries.

like they aren't pushed down, enough.

they are probaly smoshed now, fuck.

they are already harassed

by , little pigs, who spy, simple gigs that

they can tie, and pistol whip and, lie if fool snitch. rat!

damn I got people arguing who's God.

well with the way my brain cells are viewing these words it's mhaw.

they flirt like ma

just get rid of the skirts and bra

then squirt and ah!

they come easy.

and then you get addicted to what my ,pen is, giftin' that you want some weekly.

Wanna know how I think so fast.

post nut clarity with, so much prosperity it,

throws vast, road maps, of wrote raps, onto my note pads.

oh nick take a mental Pic.

before you stick, another quick, line in a diss.

ill ignore you bitch, wonder if, fightin ya fist

would be easier then wipin' ya shit.

this toy lit paper

coin it labor

you freeze on what to actually say.

just claiming your great is all you state.

these blows blew you

because like bad gas the stench you send is in the wind

when, your ass is ripped.

I'm past equipped

to blast you freind.

I'm better then I ever was

and I'm better because

the rhyme schemes

I'm combining

while applying

the site heat.

damn it's hasnt even been five minutes

but it gotta end not because I'm at my limits.

but simply because the site Is.

damn.