Over the Edge Freestyle #2

[complexity]

Lyrically, I can’t be hotter, I don’t need a grammy, I can’t stand the oscars
Did podcasts in 06, and canceled offers
Remained true, wasn’t one of those hand picked authors
I’m realistic, never ran with mobsters, Cirame mafia
but my fam can make you vanish in atlantic waters like sand dollars
God damn this man slaughters -- champion boxers
channeling trauma like a fan of madonna, handle imposters
when I dismantle your roster like a gambling sponsor
You never able to beat these elite schemes, the way I deep breath
my bars alone ay-nough (barcelona) to make you quit, the dream team
Me and rap are two peas in a pod, I’m the green bean
defeat weak fiends, a salts (assaults) in the air like a sea breeze
deep in despair being aware is so exceedingly rare
like a comedians hair or giving ian a reason to care about believing in prayer
the genius is there, evils declared, but its leading no where; people prepare
raps my mistress, its a cheating affair when I married my wife
I’m sick of this american life, why you think I carry a knife
it becomes scary to strike when people don’t use their bare fists to fight
everyone is wearing a mic, there’s more cameras than skype
I’m not the arrogant type, but how unfair is the hype
when I share what I write, I have to be compared to the heights
I set when I was prepared and concise, now I have to care about likes?