I’m a business; that’s what I’m telling myself

So I gotta sell myself without selling myself

That’s like the hardest thing to do in the industry

With no one defending me

This is a killing spree..

 

It’s not what you know, it’s who you know

That’s why I bought my own home studio 

I’m home grown and due to blow 

Flows rose beautiful, gold throne do-able

I’m solo juvenile, so it’s oh no suitable

My guilty criminal mind sees

Multi syllable rhyme schemes 

My lines require entrances

I rhyme entire sentences 

I’ve been told this rap shit ain’t worth it 

But practise makes perfect 

So I, sat there just working 

Yesterday and the day before, that’s all I do

But that’s why they always approach me but never calling you

I’m getting by but I need to get a life

I’ve been fed a lie so I can’t get to bed at night 

But I set my sight the first time I read a rhyme 

So now I’m escaping darkside like a Jedi Knight

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I don’t do much work in class 

Typical for a working class 

Just a product of my environment can’t say much

Blame such, on payments, nah I can’t do that 

I grew up on Tupac, I got a fighting spirit 

Whenever i’m writing lyrics, you’re busy hyping gimmicks 

So when it’s my time- just give it 

My flows tighter than you and your ghostwriter I can dissolve fire 

You stand there with one lighter, 

We can’t compete

I inspire people double my age 

Troublesome rage

I drive others insane 

But I’m tryna buy chauffeurs in Spain

That’s just a life cycle 

Try take a look at stuff from my angle 

It’s just bars, don’t think that I think I’m a thousand feet 

I don’t like to brag, I shut my mouth when I eat 

Mums always taught me, still I was a naughty, lad

If I flop this verse, Luke will ‘Call me, bad’

 

I’m so underground I’m committed to the sewer side

You’re so envious you wanna commit suicide, but who I am?

Who am I to say these horrible things, the oracle screams, orange it seems it can’t but I just proved it rhymes 

Putting the truth aside, I’ve improved ahlie

From the way that I recite, then I re-write 

And the emails, from labels, I don’t re-ply 

But all cool, their offers I denied 

You can't beat I, so you better reach high 

You speak about rappers like you’re not feeling ‘em

But you speak highly of me like you’re on helium

I’m tryna be a better person so I meditate to elevate

But you’ll still be surrounded by yellow tape when I detonate

You ask for a feature but t’s and c’s apply 

So when these MC’s applied

These MC’s denied

This aint luck, Ill show you my past 

Yes I’m a judge, 'cause I’ll show you some bars

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Raps my passion, this is what you’re lacking

Have you forgot about the bars that you’re packing?

I don’t rap for fashion 

I write bars like I’m about to stage dive

'Cause I’m hoping that my fans are gonna catch them

Or catch me, 'cause I aint that catchy 

But hold on, that's my catch g 

I ain’t spitting about girl and bare food

So name another rapper like me I dare you

But people tell me rapping fast don't make me a good rapper 

And what’s special about you rhyming lots

But I said it’s my presence that makes me a good wrapper 

And to catch that line you gotta think outside the box 

I work hard for my p then I invest in myself

You get your student loan just to flex on yourself 

I’m timeless, which means I’m here for the long run 

I’m talking marathons even when my clocks gone

The amount of bars that went, over your head

I still surprised that you haven’t broken your neck  

Yes I got a stammer, and I’m still a better rapper, then you

So nothing can pull this cracker, in two 

Forget singing, you can’t even rap in tune 

Don’t bite me, if you can’t actually chew 

I just left Blackbox entirely abused

Give me two years and I’ll murder fire in the booth 

It’s Kitch

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