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Definition Of A Rap Flow

 

Definition Of A Rap Flow


Definition of a rap flow
I'll give it a stab. Get them all mad when I shit on a track

'Cause I'm an ignorant asshole
Middle finger as big as my fat nose

I'm killing the mass more than who's shipping tobacco
Writtens will stack so
Each syllable's amo
I'm sicking the whack 'cause I'm sick and a whacko
You're like sixty, you're mad old
I'm sixteen, but when I'm spitting women tell the kiddies that dad's home
Some of these spitters be spitting this syllabic shit that I'm spitting this minute but when they be spitting it isn't descriptive
Never saying shit in the lyric, they just spit it to spit it

You miserable ass, your shit isn't that dope
You mimic my tracks so I'm killing you cats like dinner for japs, woah
You're a stick on the grass
You used to be getting big in the past
But you slipped and collapsed
And it's impossible to whiteness a stick on the grass grow
That metaphor was too quick to get that "oh!"
But I get it right back,
While you sit on your ass on twitter to have posts like
"I'm so underrated but I'm killing my raps so
Dope you can it hit it and pass yo!"
You're old fans are kissing my ass bro
I saw them and grabbed them with my lyrical lasso
And now I got a clique, what clique do you have? Nope!
You're out numbered like Mitt to Barack votes
Your intelect mad slow, I'm thinking it fast
Give me the pass
I'm bringing the lyrical back
Killing for Mass
Think of a track,
Scribble it quick in a pad
It's an attack
'Finna be mad
Big in the map
You're 'finna be living in shacks
I'm 'finna be living in castles
Who's spitting this rad yo?
That's how to get straight like the shit was an afro
I told myself I would change the sceme but I got so many rhymes, my mind is an infinite capsule
A riveting, limitless, diligent, intricate, disciplined, militant, sickening, venomous, instrument finishing inequivalent, mimicking, innocent, primitive, feminine, hypocrite, simpleton citizens. This kid is the last hope
'Cause rap's looking like an idiot's bad joke
So it's my duty to hit the tip of the flagpole
While simultaneously getting you to trip through the trap door
So step up your game or quit 'cause can't flow

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