Misfits

Track 8: Misfits

Verse 1
Indecency around the globe a lot of people think that this classical sample isn't dope the music has been lost in value no one's appreciating the fact that these are gold they say they're old and lame they don't explain how all of these artists have been the key to the melodies felonies these are stories they're telling me through the art of composing and i am chosen
To be spreading this message across they're failing to check that the cost of basics for rap is not lost they're flailing when met with the boss of rapping in seconds i'll break your neck and attack the faggots that lessen the strength of the craftmanship of true art
Shooting and looting these fools they're drooling when viewing my full talent shallow shells with no depth in their fucking lyricism philosophical nightmare
I'm under the radar
Got no fucking haters
Deliberately written got the citizens to stiffen up the neck
Gas mask is attached when you are listening to tracks of Chopra the Spitter fuck all the cautions and triggers cuz i go forward with fissures gotta be the one to be saver of this art form
Following my steps will take you nowhere cuz they're invisible the syllables i'm choosing are carefully transmitted from my brain to the paper i got no hate and no haters i always say what i'm made of
Never contradicting in my statements-now that would be lying
And i'm flying above the clouds
Fry'em and then toss'em down
Biting different styles they think they're nice but they are scheiße rise and shine of my mind i'm the fucking guy that bites out your eyes
Mightiest of person searching for the curse of dirtbags