Career
• Written by user820572040
user820572040's Notes
The story i believe is quite fledgling and the worst part of it. Hey, I like rhymes. The story goes that the rapper was famous n all but he had skeletons in his closets, but the snakes come after him and start lying they ass off but they also hit some truths too, soo he had to lie too but his reputation got soured a little bit. He had to lay low and then, later, he returned back to making fire raps better than ever.
two three one fours, it's out of order
To see, he pours his hits out for dollar,
Lyrics free, one tours all it takes, so,
Physics bored him, mourn d' fall noone fakes, yo.
Digits reward him, drawn three breaks,
yawn, agree, the snakes drawn some awful shapes
waffle with the mistakes, they won't leave him alone
pay the most naive, skim his phone today,
display and interweave, what the people say.
Today, hoax and deceive, put the sheeple in dismay,
he won't be shunned, free to believe but to be
saint, flowered and weaved, not to taint his face
paint, coward indeed, soured the tea, paired with pace
say, it powered, freed his chase, wasn't impaired,
play into space, but still a race ahead of him.
Hey, you weren't ready yet.
True, Apparent that already, regrets laid forgotten.
who trust past envy? Not many, threats were made of cotton,
Take his cut for granted, make more music, the crowd demanded,
defrost what he adore, expand it, abandoned loud corps,
He was soon back on his own.
Lost in the sea, cause a tune like his, alone, from the tone,
deserved him the world, immune typa hype,
Told he worked better when he was condoned.
