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I was exercisin by brain n shit n got this, rate it.
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How Far
Hip hop humanitarian schoolin hip hop abcedarians
Buryin weak ass verses so phony rappers so be wary of my
Overbearin statistics n deeply descriptive linguistics.
You try to make a point, but when you kick ya punches, you miss em.
Entrench myself in this shit till tha words wash over my cerebral;
topple offa my tounge n deliver these punches lethal
Yo lines are feeble yo words aint even deservant o feedback
‘s hard to determine whether to wait my turn or just leave that
Advocate of perfection so fuck wut yo avocation is
Enhance ya concentration or take a fuckin vacation, bitch
I switch n revise my strategy till *****s comprehend tha gravity
I speak wit clarity to eliminate yo ass with brevity
The shits already settled, ‘s nowayya rhymes culd out wrestle me
So think about that fact ‘fore you dare to think you could step to me
Hook:
So how sick do you need me to be before bitches credit me
And how hard do you need me to kick it before you merit me
wish you could came close to touchin me but all you could do is stare at me
So how far do you need me to take it before you carry me (x20
verse 2
I see yall bitin on this like you wish you knew tha recipe
But this shit runs in my blood, imma keep it in tha family
This shits a tragedy how I arouse ya souls deep emotions
Feel like shit is already over, case is closed ‘fore it even opens
My mind‘s a ocean, its hard to describe the depth o my notions
Before you devote to criticizing my reasons for smoking know that
My life is a acronychal apocalypse, cataclysmic metropolis
It aint no stopping this once ya beat hit ya feet and drop on this
Im spittin till my brain is insane wit tense dehydration
Im kickin till the tissue on top o my tongue’s inflamin’
Got yall bitches ravin n rantin over the intensness o my precision
Love me or hate me? debate but you caint cum to a sound decision
Yall is missin tha point, you cant see tha task at hand
How cum you cant envision my reign comin to pass
You a fake ass in tha grass, conniver claimin you want tha best for me
So think about ya word before you raise out o ya seat to heckle me.
hook again, maybe third verse, if not hookx2, ‘how far...’
Let me kno wut yo fav lines wuz, along w/ any possible corrections, just let me wut u thot of it in general.
Lookin for a possible third verse on this, might be on my demo/mixtape next year, but lemme kno wus good.
Rep given for Good Feedback (good meaning detailed and analytical)
How Far
Hip hop humanitarian schoolin hip hop abcedarians
Buryin weak ass verses so phony rappers so be wary of my
Overbearin statistics n deeply descriptive linguistics.
You try to make a point, but when you kick ya punches, you miss em.
Entrench myself in this shit till tha words wash over my cerebral;
topple offa my tounge n deliver these punches lethal
Yo lines are feeble yo words aint even deservant o feedback
‘s hard to determine whether to wait my turn or just leave that
Advocate of perfection so fuck wut yo avocation is
Enhance ya concentration or take a fuckin vacation, bitch
I switch n revise my strategy till *****s comprehend tha gravity
I speak wit clarity to eliminate yo ass with brevity
The shits already settled, ‘s nowayya rhymes culd out wrestle me
So think about that fact ‘fore you dare to think you could step to me
Hook:
So how sick do you need me to be before bitches credit me
And how hard do you need me to kick it before you merit me
wish you could came close to touchin me but all you could do is stare at me
So how far do you need me to take it before you carry me (x20
verse 2
I see yall bitin on this like you wish you knew tha recipe
But this shit runs in my blood, imma keep it in tha family
This shits a tragedy how I arouse ya souls deep emotions
Feel like shit is already over, case is closed ‘fore it even opens
My mind‘s a ocean, its hard to describe the depth o my notions
Before you devote to criticizing my reasons for smoking know that
My life is a acronychal apocalypse, cataclysmic metropolis
It aint no stopping this once ya beat hit ya feet and drop on this
Im spittin till my brain is insane wit tense dehydration
Im kickin till the tissue on top o my tongue’s inflamin’
Got yall bitches ravin n rantin over the intensness o my precision
Love me or hate me? debate but you caint cum to a sound decision
Yall is missin tha point, you cant see tha task at hand
How cum you cant envision my reign comin to pass
You a fake ass in tha grass, conniver claimin you want tha best for me
So think about ya word before you raise out o ya seat to heckle me.
hook again, maybe third verse, if not hookx2, ‘how far...’
Let me kno wut yo fav lines wuz, along w/ any possible corrections, just let me wut u thot of it in general.
Lookin for a possible third verse on this, might be on my demo/mixtape next year, but lemme kno wus good.
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