NASTY NAK'S [A different voice] thread
No rehearsin a verse, my curse words get dipersed
It's certain to hurt fake cats that conserve on they work
Immersed in a search, To find the livest rhymesmith in the state
I'm addicted to pain, My mic will crush a kid in his place
I stay hurtin' these rappers verbal murder these cowards
With prowess that magic cant kill wit the foulest of tactics
It's madness to spout shit, When I'm rockin' wid energy
My thoughts spark an drop bombs topplin' enemies
Raid ya dreams like SWAT teams scenes breakin ya schemes
My thoughts is my voice, while fiends bleed achin' to breath
They shake at they knee's rockin' next to the man kid
I try to bless, Despite the threats, my rhymes the best on the planet
P.E.A.C.E.
