8 bars
No feeding
No check in's needed just drop your verse.
G-luck my man.
-- Fri Jan 01, 2010 9:54 pm --
Riggz wrote:Due Sunday Noon or face DQ.
8 bars
No feeding
No check in's needed just drop your verse.
G-luck my man.
I’m… Smokin’ Ambition to a mineral remain, achieving cynical acclaim
Climbing the pinnacle just to maim… ridicule and stain
The mere mention of Ambitions only applies to those striving
Not to those arriving, Dude, there’s no restrictions to my rhyming
As for you, you such a hopeless shit, betta sober quick or surrender this
I’m elevating, desperation got you movin side to side like some tennis kicks
Eat your spinach quick if your “ambition” is to finish Riggz with ruinous
Illusive clips of written scripts leaves elixir sewage drips
Your blows are thrown panicky, while I’m romantically manic wit fists
I swear to god I’m crack his skull and shred his cabbage ta bits
I hit “ambitious” strays with a type of youngster’s haste,
For this kid to get with Riggz is quite a conundrum raised
Where’s your Army Amb? My writs advance upon brigades,
Sin-Say, my tongue’s blade will swiftly slice this young nave
Call the coroner, this foreigner is unfamiliar with the foreign theme
Cause with me, identities, tend to be… stripped and quarantined
"I Like this job... I really do" LOL