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This don aint demure, I leave em dead coz the rhymes tight
I was born premature…and I’m still ahead of my time right?
Fames a bitch pursuit and I aint dreadin the climbs height
Im not a citrus fruit so I don’t get fed off the lime light
But for a year I’ve led n my primes bright…..and I hardly drop
No one can tell me when I have to stop
Im dealing with those asses…so it’s gettin hard to flop
Their like Van Gogh`s glasses…only gettin half the props
In no setting would I ask to swap, on top…my position is missionary
I could go blind but my disposition still visionary
My ambitions precision`s scary…career is said to be like Caesar
My peers are dead or had a seizure, Cee clear ahead like alopecia
Bringin jalapeno fever, mind over matter but my metas is physical
I aint mega spiritual but I’m still blessed to the tip of toe
Their stressed when they spit it show, failed the test coz their fitness low
Bomb on the chest now they fit to blow, cardiac arrest n the witness know
Like one gram…I aint got shit to owe, Royce da 5`9…my names at its height see
Chris Wallace coffin…they aint taking me lightly, man I’m flaming them tightly
Their aiming to blight me, but word to Keira…their acclaiming me nightly

Cee4 wrote:This don aint demure, I leave em dead coz the rhymes tight
I was born premature…and I’m still ahead of my time right?
Fames a bitch pursuit and I aint dreadin the climbs height
Im not a citrus fruit so I don’t get fed off the lime light
But for a year I’ve led n my primes bright…..and I hardly drop
No one can tell me when I have to stop
Im dealing with those asses…so it’s gettin hard to flop
Their like Van Gogh`s glasses…only gettin half the props
In no setting would I ask to swap, on top…my position is missionary
I could go blind but my disposition still visionary
My ambitions precision`s scary…career is said to be like Caesar
My peers are dead or had a seizure, Cee clear ahead like alopecia
Bringin jalapeno fever, mind over matter but my metas is physical
I aint mega spiritual but I’m still blessed to the tip of toe
Their stressed when they spit it show, failed the test coz their fitness low
Bomb on the chest now they fit to blow, cardiac arrest n the witness know
Like one gram…I aint got shit to owe, Royce da 5`9…my names at its height see
Chris Wallace coffin…they aint taking me lightly, man I’m flaming them tightly
Their aiming to blight me, but word to Keira…their acclaiming me nightly

Sick man.

The rhyme scheme was the most consistently creative I've seen you use.

Every time that I thought that written might fall off for a second, you brought it back with a punch, sometimes right in the middle of a bar.

"Their stressed when they spit it show, failed the test coz their fitness low
Bomb on the chest now they fit to blow, cardiac arrest n the witness know"


That Christopher Wallace line was memorable too.


Just an enjoyable drop.

I was born premature…and I’m still ahead of my time right?

LOL Nice way 2 Open up


Fames a bitch pursuit and I aint dreadin the climbs height
Im not a citrus fruit so I don’t get fed off the lime light

Straight.. Flows good multi's point.

But for a year I’ve led n my primes bright…..and I hardly drop
No one can tell me when I have to stop
Im dealing with those asses…so it’s gettin hard to flop

You could Of Came alot Harder in my Opinion this was more Like a filler


Their like Van Gogh`s glasses…only gettin half the props

Pickin It up ..


In no setting would I ask to swap, on top…my position is missionary
I could go blind but my disposition still visionary

First line was Sort of awkward with Wording.
i Liked the Second line.





My ambitions precision`s scary…career is said to be like Caesar
My peers are dead or had a seizure, Cee clear ahead like alopecia

Clear Ahead Was Deadly .. Good Shit


Bringin jalapeno fever, mind over matter but my metas is physical
I aint mega spiritual but I’m still blessed to the tip of toe
Their stressed when they spit it show, failed the test coz their fitness low

This was Straight , i Aint Like it As Much.


Like one gram…I aint got shit to owe, Royce da 5`9…my names at its height see
Chris Wallace coffin…they aint taking me lightly,

lol Clever.


man I’m flaming them tightly
Their aiming to blight me, but word to Keira…their acclaiming me nightly

straight..



Anyways Solid Verse . Liked The Scheme Used .. Some Clever Lines in The Verse. Keep Droppin

Damn, shit was hot. Had some nice similies and wordplay. The flow was nice as well. The whole piece was dope and the consistency was refreshing. Solid drop, Cee.

shit i forgot about this. thanks for the feed

This was purdy smooth from beginning to end
I was feeling it for the most part, flow consistent
and vocab dope, keep writing my dude!

This don aint demure, I leave em dead coz the rhymes tight
I was born premature…and I’m still ahead of my time right?
Fames a bitch pursuit and I aint dreadin the climbs height
Im not a citrus fruit so I don’t get fed off the lime light
But for a year I’ve led n my primes bright…..and I hardly drop
No one can tell me when I have to stop
Im dealing with those asses…so it’s gettin hard to flop
Their like Van Gogh`s glasses…only gettin half the props
-the whole section is Fire. Van Gogh punch is ill.
In no setting would I ask to swap, on top…my position is missionary
I could go blind but my disposition still visionary
-Sick..
My ambitions precision`s scary…career is said to be like Caesar
My peers are dead or had a seizure, Cee clear ahead like alopecia
-Feelin That Man...
Bringin jalapeno fever, mind over matter but my metas is physical
I aint mega spiritual but I’m still blessed to the tip of toe
Their stressed when they spit it show, failed the test coz their fitness low
Bomb on the chest now they fit to blow, cardiac arrest n the witness know
-Nice except tha Tip Toe part...
Like one gram…I aint got shit to owe, Royce da 5`9…my names at its height see
Chris Wallace coffin…they aint taking me lightly, man I’m flaming them tightly
Their aiming to blight me, but word to Keira…their acclaiming me nightly
-Ill..Nice Closer Homie, Chris Wallace line killed it.





Fav Line:


"Like one gram…I aint got shit to owe, Royce da 5`9…my names at its height see
Chris Wallace coffin…they aint taking me lightly, man I’m flaming them tightly"






Overall this drop was ill definitly a good read and ya witty/direct type of style is flawless. Nice Drop Cee..