Thaddeus

Most rappers today are strait garbage,
think they hardest,
but their whack rap, rhyme flow is retarded.
I’m an artist,
spit real life regardless,
that I’m unseen, unsigned, and uncharted.
So battle wit me,
if you got it come git me,
but when you realize you can’t hit me
won’t be pretty,
to see you cryin’
wipe your tears and stop lyin’
and stop denian’
you stepped up, I broke your spine
you try to find, info to come back wit
but how you s’possed to fight Bruce Lee with a broken back kid?
I brought my rap kit
thats my soul I’m not actin’
“but how can he drop these tracks and spit acid,
out of his mind?” Like a code they can’t crack it,
mad MC’s step up to bat but can’t hack it.
they all try to equal me but get subtracted,
cuzz they’re out rapped, tapped out and out lasted.