Don't ask I'll call my self one of the best
I wear my heart on my chest
It doesn't even matter now
The with that clan I took a bow
Out away from some
In my words made others numb
Cold on point and words of truth
Hot some grand slams like babe ruth
Sacked a couple more out of the park
In some few I have sparked
I don't know if it's fear or not
But was no good at English I'm self taught
Nobody teaches you to rhyme
I've given my formt stay in tune with time
Then, then, then, you can, can can
Know when to repeat some word
Or two just how you heard
You start mixing, flying , playing around
Then some get jealous of a splashed sound, I mean rhyme so tight
I'm top tier and out of sight
Weather thought,caught your attention if I'm right
Light a match stick under it and watch it pretty quick
The wick was sparked pretty low
At least I have shelter in 20 below
Stopped the wick was going to blow
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