[Intro]
Music. Especially rap, is at a really weird place right now.

But 2 things will never change.
Haters will hate.
And there's always more %#@! to make....



[Intro 2]

(*##$ im that strange, undescribable fizzlin feelin you get
in the middle of your chest where you get that motivation to kill em
as long as you know you're willin release some masterpieces

starting from this paper's creases



[Verse 1]
This blank page is just an open canvas
A way to expose our spoken sadness

Or when we wanna rage,
its really it's just a shout for someone who can understand us


So we form these words and letters into nice and clever standzas
Always getting better, never scared to set a higher standard
scrapin papers cause we mad, laughin at the haters cause they're trash

Back to Dreamin to master rappin, so we always makin time to practice

But too bad those days are long and gone beyond our grasp *gasp

I'm gaspin at the fact that you wanted to make a diss,
when your rhymes are $#&@ing wack ,
well i hope that you can handle it

cause i tend to turn into a bitofa vandalist
when someone gets on my ugly !@$( list
$#&@ your rap career before, it can even get a grip

take a %#@!, & a piss, in a fist and slap you with the back of it
finish all the huss & fuss,
you just follow propaganda on the bandwagon bus


dont believe? man trust....


ill will $#&@ing smoke- you like my favorite brand of cannibus
no cigerello's, cuz you're both just $#&@ing cancerous


man why must you, change your name 3 times a day
God ! the %#@! you say, just makes my brain,
twist and turn in thirty different ways

man tell me if you're mentally deranged

Then i may, just arrange, a handicap

but sit down on your happy $$#
still no way im holding back
starting %#@! over my mother's day rap?


[Verse 2]
you $#&@ing fake

how dare you call yourself a rapper
when your music stature,
changes dependin on what the masses, demand of us?


so unoriginal, you even copy statuses?
you wanted to work with me,

should I bust, out the messages?
do you hear my mouth? the message of this lesson is


You dont $#&@ with an Asian Arsonist
Whose arguments is like, ordinance headed straight to your co-ordinates
Better go back in time & hope for an abortion (*##$



or i'll do it

and shove a fork in her !@$%oris
so just be modest you're not the best,
neither am i, let's be honest

the only reason im still onthis
is cause i made a promise


that some day ill be stompin
out the flames, set ablaze
by the faces hidden in the shade

Currently you're all livin in a fantsay

The Government is secretly, $#&@ing you sideways
But that's just me
As for Misster Young Haze

Idk, where you even want to be

Your motivation, goals or dreams
To make it in this game
You gotta speak from the soul



we dropped our %#@! a while ago, now a mile down this road you will go
trust me you better fold, you do. not. know,
what cards i have, 5 $#&@ing Aces in the hole
Face it, I'ma King and you just a Joke,


Kiss my boot as it fires in yo throat
Call that %#@! a missle toe
My flows spreadin like a wildfire
We get higher than the rising smoke
I'll put your verses out and leave em in the freezin cold
Cause everyday I turn my speakers loud, and let the music take control

Just allow my self to get lost in what i wrote
Spittin is my own mental coach ,
keepin me sane and from givin up and walkin out that $#&@in door
So there's no way I'll let you (*##$es stunt my growth
still have much to learn , but Im out here doin shows
Getting known
Im not there at the top yet , but im sure as hell getting close

You (*##$es are beneath me cause you just a buncha vegetables


Mother$#&@er i didnt even have beef with you
but you want the d, so now ill give you some beef to chew
Want to get down? (*##$ your $#&@ing beats are poo
You're just an ugly clown, that's why the (*##$es dont like you

For me they go to town, while your balls be tinted blue