Lyrics: I want to feel the blues keep it real in these shoes And step a step that reveals the truth Because I'm a truth seeker you're a voodoo peeker I'm a "who the hell do you think you are" kind of speaker When I leak a little bit of ink from pen to paper I'm a sixteen bar verse eight bar chorus raper This is full length boot cut rap ain't no taper And my soul will not fall victim to any skeptic's eraser I'm straight no chaser so take your limp wrist and skidaddle While I pimp this with a hint of Bad Ass though I'm a rida with a flo like a gator The innovator you imitate uh to make a killing of scratch My skilling has no match You're a puss ass rapper with a willing snatch So go ahead keep it real in your raps We all know the real issue It's common knowledge there's some bitch in you Death's going to kiss you when I'm finished with you
These are the killing fields A tomb of unknown emcees lies beneath where my feet stomp There's no competition that can defeat me in a romp of dissing My speech is strong enough to lift any diction My reach is long enough to hit from any distance It's peace you want once I shift my disposition From ill to iller I kill because I'm a killer Keep it real I keep it realer I'm never run of the miller I feel a urge coming on I must satisfy Temptation is a mother when to suppress them you try but fail These are the ails that surface after my tour of service and I'm trying to redefine my purpose You don't want it with Me-D-I-Na uh uh Son you're reaching too far You'll need a few years of college Before you thinking of jumping stepping to this knowledge A Camp David cottage summit just to stop these bombings
It's pretty good. The flow and lyrics was nice, cuz you've got a unique way of doin it, but you need more of YOU in it... Put a lil more personality in it. Let em know who's speakin. I heard TWO rushed lines... that's it.