The rules are simple, put away your smiles and your dimples. Our faces are stone to stone and this flow is wholly abrasive.
I love my life and this man fights for it, I love my words and this poet knifes for it.
The world is mine and hella truth, yours too. But you cant build yours trying to take mine and for that you get throat punched. Im so serious.
Ill help you build yours, just dont use me as the foundation. Respect my breath and respect my line for if you harm the kids, you get throat punched.
I pretty consistent. Im like work on Monday and you are not going to like this flow. But these next words are Friday. Im with you till the end, just not the end of me.
If you build it, I will come. If a brick then you sir or madam get throat punched.
And there is no need in this taking forever, you are standing in a line and I got peoples issues that I need to work through because they only saw success on the come up while Im going down.
And for that my friend, you guessed it. They getting throat punched.