Seven Shade7

I hit them with a few flows/ And spit them at a few shows/ My shit’s peng and you know/ That sniff that? Need a new nose!/ These MCs need new flows/ These old ones sound lame to me/ Plain to see/ The Rap game’s turning basic like A, B, C/ Lately these fake MCs/ Blatently hate on me/ ‘Cos I bring a little change to the game/ Something they afraid to see/ Why you screwing me bruv?/ I’m just doing me/ Reason you hate me so much?/ You wish you was me!/ Let me give the truth straight to you youths/ You couldn’t last a single day in my shoes/ Couldn’t even start lacing the boots/ Living everything I say on my tune/ You can check on my estate for the proof/ Blatently truth, laced in my tune/ Aim and I shoot, blaze at your troops/ Making them dudes strangers to you/ I let go with next flows, my rhymes blow back mountains/ You’re just a bunch of gay cowboys kinda like Brokeback Mountain/ I wrote raps astounding, so surrender/ ‘Cos my 360 flow got your whole track surrounded/ (I am) Seven Shades Darkness Infinity Terror Change Truth Survival Freedom ( x 2) Verse 2: I get high when I ride the Mic/ ‘Cos I write with live dynamite/ Lightning strikes every rhyme i write/ Shine so bright that I blind your sight/ Stop fronting like your trying to fight/ You a spineless vagina type / I make sure what I write is tight/ And too complex to try to bite/ Can’t follow my drum pattern/ My tongue shatters, any one of your dumb rappers/ Get unravelled, baffled and run backwards/ The fact is you can’t match this/ You average and lack practice/ I was born to do this rap shit/ Stash raps like cash in my mattress/ Black lips from my hash spliffs/ If you really wanna battle we can clash quick/ Smack kids with my fat fists, no time for you wack pricks/ Double P gorillas in this rap shit/ Hardcore, you won’t see me on no smash hits/ See me with them crack kids/ My impact tips back your axis/ You thought this was just some rap shit?/ Times up, think, would you really put your life up/ Knife in your right gut, sliced, upright, blood spilling on your white rug?/ You never lived your life thug/ My style buck wild like killers with no name/ Move slicker than killers with no name/ All you see is a shimmer and gold flame/ And feel flows filling your whole frame/ (I am) Seven Shades Darkness Infinity Terror Change Truth Survival Freedom (x 2 )