this an introduction of my own selection
pieces of words put together into a collection
spending time rhyming as I hop on the flow
my mouth stays hot I’m always ready to go
bang bang bang it all
out bangarang skrillex
been hang hanging
all night dealing with stress and
never mind the hating
never mind the heat and
I don’t want more or less
just want to me what’s best
so listen this a beat hop get up
on your feet like your seats hot
I’m befriending with
this beat without a beatbox
dissing this mic like my tongues a trigger
spilling out desires
like blood stabbing it like a killer
thrillers better beware
another nightmare is about to be prepared
so you better be where you at now
stay where you are now
with the crowd now
cuz I’m about to go on and on and
turn the microphone I’m up with this shit
Jolly V’s out to murder this piece
I spit I stick my lyrics to this rhythm
a new free-freedom
about to enter your system
my mic holds me down like this
my mic holds me down like this
my mic holds me down like this
I’m proving myself this my residence
ayo I speak the truth
you better come and get it
yea I see the goons
all pulling up their denims
so work it out boy you better sweat boy
nothing ever comes for free you pay for
your playboy bunny
if you want that pom poms
hip hip hooray for those wanton bon bons
how many more brains washed up 퐁퐁
everything we do it’s already been done
everybody like white
lies everybody like white lies
everybody like blind
lines everybody want lives like
what’s inside the circle
the truth always behind the picture
that trickery witchery curses
now stitched in the book of scriptures
how many lies should I pretend to believe
is this reality that God’s been
telling me to foresee?
lackadaisical hearts blabber
words that are false
making checks like a boss
isn’t gonna cover your flaws
so come and enter the spotlight
with your eyes wide open
you’ll see the light but never
know what’s been stolen
this how my mic holds me down like
this how my mic holds me down like
this how my mic holds me down like
on and on I go to show who fuck I am
turn the microphone I’m up with this shit
Jolly V’s out to murder this piece
I spit I stick my lyrics to this rhythm
a new free-freedom
about to enter your system
my mic holds me down like this
my mic holds me down like this
my mic holds me down like this
I’m proving myself this my residence
we see too much you see
and we hear too much you see
we blinding up our own scenery
and end up burning down history (eh oh eh oh)
my mic holds me down like this (like this)
my mic holds me down like this (like this)
my mic holds me down like this (like this)
I’m proving myself this my residence