Progressive Raps

ummm...just some quick thoughts... check and reflect I sit and dissect derelicts with dialect deliberately I think with this pen and as soon as the ink sinks in ,it instantly producing imagery Some say it’s a gift, how I flow with my vocabs But that aint it i been doin this s**t since 96 fill up 100's of notepads with dopeness Practice makes perfection, nothing less than that’s sufficient With ease and little effort I engage with the page efficient It comes natural when writing rhymes repetitive Scripts always sick, still so many stuck on sedatives Not the best that ever lived, but still very clever kid Assembling and arsenal of lyrics no one ever did Futuristic ,linguistics, make pupils dilate Lips split, and wrist slit, are issued when one violates Minds neva in a violent state, i stay cool calm and collective/ smack dab in the middle of all these posers That should be poster children for the use of contraceptives My methods perfected , I’m tedious with written words And a touch more impressive, once I’m finished hittin herbs Perception is the problem when people write they b Thinking that the lack of criticism reflects how much that they amaze kids It’s evident there’s blatent negligence But it’s all irrelevant, it’s quality not quantity If some say your dope, does that mean that your a bomb emcee? everyone else, that’s what I keep on stressing My worst critics myself, that why I keep progressing But it's getting depressing, bringing water to my eyes guys stop biting s**t Take the time use your mind and write your s**t Just recognise the wise rise, this is knowledge being dropped Push the phonies to the bottom, let the scholars to the top