Rap Fanatic

Verse 1

You wanna walk in these shoes it’s heartbreaking back aching no Doan’s for the loyalty morally shaken it’s gotten sadder here immobilarity out the stratosphere when I appear burn it to ashes and leave em scattered here the finisher first the minister cursed with a sinister verse that’s quenching your thirst the feet is 6-1 show no gun still a martial artist who pushed his cart the hardest blade always been the sharpest I’m so Obsidian a fool is who I’m pitying they tickle me pink and that’s what they look pretty in that 80s talk so the babies can walk it’s a Shocker kinda Mystikal but still ain’t my fault the birth got defected blamed it on her said she wrecked it I’ll interject it blame it on singles replacing records Make a body of work to put that body to work see that type of win lifts the bottom of skirts indecent exposure so many soldiers in the battlefield is chamomile call up Saafir we need a battle drill pop life got us shook up more than canfields a prince revolution is now we at a standstill

Scratches (DJ Self Born)
Allow me to get my rhyme on...every word is God driven

Verse 2

So many breadcrumbs I finally picked up I’m getting fed from its cumbersome when you the shining hate is redrum I jack for every nickel and son screaming here’s Johnny written words folding the paper like it was origami no beef or salami just me and Self Born making noise in Paris call it a French horn fruits of my labor is ripe I’m a blackthorn in the side of negative energy til it transforms it’s good vibes be warned if you ain’t got the chakra this Hip Hop is opera on an island like Sumatra once it get cha I gotcha that’s the informercial not a semicircle simply put its transversal so we gon cross some lines and give em angles make em pin up our banner we star spangled everybody hold on tight til it’s strangled I fashion myself out the box and newfangled this song is for the hearing impaired it’s a deaf jam I’m the rapper he’s the DJ the left and right hand two turntables a mic maybe a mic stand never plain nothing but soul when we crash land

Scratches (DJ Self Born)
Allow me to get my rhyme on...every word is God driven