Originally Posted by
noel411
I came to this game, no desire or strategy,
don't need others feed to inspire or flatter me,
if my flames hit your frame then fire them back at me,
conceded to greed but decided it had to be,
it’s frightening actually, how things change over time,
like back when I heard my first J Hova rhyme,
just another mc, a fish in the ocean,
but look what happened through the gift of promotion,
feed him to the drones ‘n he receives their devotion,
say he’s overrated, it’s an obscene scary notion,
and I’m not picking on Jay, or even the mainstream,
underground’s just as lame, in some ways the same scene,
they’re both fashion games, where they follow the leader,
and Sebastian Cain is not as hollow as either,
they’re both ruled by trends which the artists conform to,
when the foolishness ends, remember which artist warned you,
but they scorn you like whores when you do your own thing,
so to clones this drones like a boring phone ring,
while Soup Bones wrist flows like some chrome rims,
my words twice as potent if spoken by a known king,
but with no reputation I stay in the shadows,
with those with weak writtens, no ambition, or bad flows,
but this mastermind’s passed the time when I had those,
and still can’t even pack a row at a rap show,
but I do this for self, it doesn’t matter to me,
who’s better than who or who’s fatter than me,
do you, I’ll continue to do what comes naturally.
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