VERSE 1:

Theres a 1,000 different ways to die, choose one,
But I', not like 50 man there is no gun, 
Only the puns, that come straight out of my lungs, 
Each song that I sung, goes hard, bitch I'm hung,
That means each verse goes hard and deep, 
Just ask your girl, I think I might have scarred her teeth, 
I'm sick of working at this dead end factory,
Fiber in the air everywhere givin' me acne, 
And lastly, this whole paycheck is kind of wacky,
I wish it was tax free, there taking the max fee,
Fucking 0, that's what I feel like,
But I'm the real type, that makes yah feel nice,
And don;t worry about a thing I'm stronger than a steel pipe,
Even though somtimes I feel weaker than ever,
The only thing that lifts me up is a punchline that's clever, I know I'm Better, yeah i know im better

CHORUS:

all you can see is my blood sweat and tears
I'll die for this game, i'll always be here
never fear, for one day i will conqour
from california all the way to yonkers
ill train to be the best that i can be
try n speak perfect so youll understand me
and each fan to me is part of my family
i will never fall always remain standing

VERSE 2:

When I think, I do it critically
I'm strong, mentally or physically
Whats the probability of using my abilities
It's killin' me, whats fillin' me is doubts of my own capabilities
If u didnt understand what I just spit, you busted
And probably rustic, it's simple and you lust it
This beat you cant touch it, dont discuss it
It's fire, YOU another victim of Suspect
but that's the old me, this is my reincarnation
to convince the nation, blacks and cacasions
and I couldn't forget about the asains 
one taught me how to rap so I congradulate him
The key to life is patience so I'm patient 
sittin back with elation at my flows elevation
im calm but deadly like saddam housains holster
i torched the mic kinda like a flamethrower

VERSE 3:

im incredible, but nothing like the hulk
even tho i was see green n gold like usain bolt
yellow neva makes me hault, or slow down
im like tebow with my cult, bitch lets throw down
garentee you get knocked and punched out
i can fucking make it rain in an arizona drout
if  yeah feel me put your hands up
and stand up, im the champion of the year, bitch what

you aint nothing, ill call you out wen yah bluffin
I'm on another level that ull never be touchin
its ovacast, think about ur actions
ill put you Downy, cuz you soft like nappkins
rappins been easy ever since i started
right from the gate ive been cold hearted, no logic
no profit, no money in my pockets
no wallet, no savings account so just drop it
enough about me, lets take a look at you
nothing to do, nothing to proove, nothing at all,
no balls, no guts,  no glory, lets brawl
lets duke it out til one of us has to call 
a ride home bleedin bearly breathin
i can catch you wen ur sleeping make u deseaces and
rip open ur spleen and start feeding
on ur dead carcus have your whole family greiving




Blood, Sweat, & Tears

VERSE: 1

I'm so ill, that means I got skills,
I'm poppin pussies while you faggots poppin pills,
I'm the fucking boss in this game no doubt about it,
I'm a power outage, San Fransisco clouded,
Stopping me, I don't think that's possible,
You wake up from a bad dream where I put you in the hospital,
IV's in a veins, bad visions in your brain,
As I take aim, top corner call me Patrick Kane,
I'm dangling this beat, theres no way I'll face defeat,
Theres no Dirk in my way, Miami Heat
I got the hunger in my stomach of a an abandoned kitten,
Who's been sittin under your porch for 9 months missin, listen,(meow)
I wear my heart on my sleeve, so you can see it,
But I'm sleeveless, with a bag thats seedless,
Wanna try peep this, but I keep this,
My secret, it's fresher than a fetus, Jesus,
Was never on on my side cuz I never prayed,
Last time I was in church was 2nd grade,
Lord please forgive me for I have sinned,
Cuz I've done it again, man I hate adrenaline,
The rush when I rap, the rush when I spit,
The kind of rush you get doin' 50 over the speed limit,
Rollin' like like sonic, drinkin' gin and tonic,
Til' I can't talk normal anymore, call it ebonic.


CHORUS:

I can't wait til' I step up in the ring,
One punch knocks you down, I'm a king,
Laughing, as I'm staring at you on the floor,
Homie this is real life not Nintendo 64,
Now what's the score, it's clearly not even,
I'll Mike Tyson you're ass you're barely breathin,
What, an uppercut, right to the gut man you suck,
Get a new day job and give rapping up.

VERSE 2:

First of all, I'm a fucking beast on the mic,
I've been doin this is rap thing here all my life,
Started back in 8th grade messin around,
To what you see here now, I finally perfected my sound,
Cuz I sound Crisp, without the Coco,
But I'm still hot everyones feeling me no homo,
As long as you dont show it, im not homophobic,
Shit's running fast in my head, call it anaerobic,
Racin', chasing, I'm in the crib blazin',
With asains, agein', eatin chicken thats cajon,
Me and YOU, no relation, we ain't family,
I'm a lion, you nasty kinda like a chapnanzee,
The bell is about to ring are you ready to rumble,
We all animals on these streets welcome to the jungle,
Nah but for real, welcome to New Hampshire,
Home of the 603, home to the campers,
Smoking by the fire, what would you desire?,
The city life stress or the Live Free buyers,
Or Die, no tax. admirers,
Black and white granite colors, Terrelle Pryor,
I'm blowing up here someone call Esquire ,
Front page flyer, blowing up like a tire,
I will never expire, Overcast the forecast,
Best known for being a liar.

MY NEW SONG! Okay, so this is the first legit song I've done in 5 years. If I get 50 or more 'likes', I'll make a whole mixtape. If I don't then I finally retire. haha



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