Written Rhymes Lyrics

I remember my high school days I had a lot to say

Now I'm here to say what I had written down

Once upon a time

My borderline left me to refine

Whatever I had to write

In between every line

Was a scheme ready to ignite

All the haters that applied pressure in my life

So this is why I rise everyday to spit on the mic

My lyrical rhymes can penetrate every mind

The pen that I write with is a blade that I grind

I'm the illest kind without a brain to kill time

Click clack

That's the sound of my pen

I got thousands of rounds for every men

That always had the doubt to be friends

You bunch of clowns put me in the ground in 2010

That is when I found hip hop again

Nas, Big, Pac and Em

This a slaughterhouse yea I recommend you step out before I put an end

To you, ima Crook with a knife out I mean a mic on my hand

Yea and that's how it all began

There's lot of things on my mind

This is why I got to write

I had this hunger kept Inside

I won't stop till I die

Everybody wana steal my shine

You don't ever wana cross my line

I got symptoms that multiply

Just like my written rhymes

I was dealing with hate

At the end of the hallway

Like always, They were throwing me shade

But I was standing tall anyway

When they all called me names

I never walked away when they were all in my face

Yo I couldn't control, the lethal rhymes that I wrote

Im so evil to the people treating me as a joke

I got an ego that's in beast mode like G.I Joe

This latino reppin east coast yea ima psycho

So what's the point of writing

If you ain't got a pen made from BIC

Every day I feel like B.I.G

Sitting in my throne yea its VIP

You don't even need to see ID

Yea maybe you should mind your BIZ

Yea i D.I.D get bullied every single week

Where is all the beef that yall never started

Yall got no degree but I'm the one thats cold hearted

My enemies were saying names to me

Through their fake teeth like they were all retarded

When I was being poked I felt the pressure

Everytime I got provoked my circle became lesser

I always wrote with the pen that I had in my dresser

Ima fire man cuz I can put you out and leave you on a stretcher

I write heavy with a quill

I can't hold my pen still

I'm at the top like king of the hill

Who wana battle me for real

I got no chill this is no drill

You gon pay the price like a phone bill

There's lot of things on my mind

This is why I got to write

I had this hunger kept Inside

I won't stop till I die

Everybody wana steal my shine

You don't ever wana cross my line

I got symptoms that multiply

Just like my written rhymes