Feel It

I was your typical white kid straight from the suburbs, when i would rhyme i just stuttered,

Hungered for this my tongue twisted back flips just to spit it

Pure critics all up in my business it all started in the basement lase the rhyme arrangement

Beats i prepared for the invasion

I never would a done it without christ the subject,

I know the truth you can't touch it

Rhyming with a reason, ain't no time for sleeping

All my brothers emceeing how you feeling

Come on

I'm feeling like i need some where to hide yo i know the feeling of pride i've been denied yo

All my brothers emcee's if you're feeling me

Open lips on the m.i.c

All my life i've been seeking it searching it

Reading in working it

The whole world's cursing it versatile lifestyle kind a different

Finger prints hit diligence rinse instruments

Chances are you don't know me ye haven't seen me

Like tv industry puppets, in underground scene

Hold for a second pause for a minute

Box religious lips, sip the vine rap ridiculous

Not the new hype, its true blue eyes, and white

Yes a hidden prototype, censored with appetite

Back stage i wrestle hyde he won't let go i've tried manafesto release the dr. jekel inside

You know the feeling when people ain't behind you

I know the feeling when they just straight deny you

Once you make it they beside you always try to find you strip you for your cash, and just ride you

The lifestyles of an mc gone famous, once he was nameless

Now on ye pages, covers stages, style contagious,

You know his faces receiving all the crowds praises

So much straining entertaining, hold my brain in,

I just jump on the stage start raging

Doing this for my people, lay down my ego

Know my stylo, harder than steel toes ill flows and concepts,

I'm manafest, on the mics righteous

Sip and digest across the continent, i got no tolerance, for fraudgilance

Release rhymes as top secret documents.