Versetyle - Yuck Freestyle [Rapping : Ep # 1]

Download : http://vibedeck.com/versetyle/117464 R.A.P.P.I.N.G is a Nu hit series in which emcees travel throughout long lost abandoned houses, factories, stores, or anything else run down, to set up and perform one-take shots of which (just like the properties they take place on) is overlooked and forgotten by the public eye. IE Rap skill. Episode 1 : An abandon warehouse gets filled with an energy presence is hasn't experience since 1992. After 20 years of negligence, dust, and rat shit, Versetyle records and portrays, an old point of view that remains buried in the forgotten memories of what used to be. Lyrics Been 2 years since I sprinted I did today and threw up 9 months, since I dropped, dear whom oppose yeah you suck Go and get your counter army, lets count the rounds you scar me Bet it be zero, and if not, halfway to almost hardly I have an intimate source of belief so infinite And into it,all the way to the point, now thats that penmanship So fuck your beliefs if gives the right to judge me Your music unattractive I don't judge your shits just ugly So I don't have to like it, and thats the power choice You choice the type life you live it's time I chose my voice And my self too, selflessness will not help you BecauseThats where I've was, worried about others trying to get through But I cannot intervene with theirs and exchange fate Unless its the same place and was determine the same day In the same way, in it together, don't change stay. But Not you Lame A's ..? Yeah. Cause O dont rhyme with gay Its the Same road, same game but changed codes Now my flame holds, gasoline propane coal And when I aim towards, anybody !KurrBaNG! Blow! Please remain low, no tats neck has been stained gold By that same ol chain of never ever switching shit Only evolving what it is that I was gifted with Went from mostly rapping fast, to now, the shit is sick It's not about the pace, it's more about the hidden trick Behind it all, you can try to find it but don't stall No time for any games i don't play like broke dolls Say, Fuck those niggas, don't trust those niggas, These hoes want cash, they don't lust those niggas Having some nerve trying to tell me some shit But Can't put your foot down you ol crust toe'd nigga I don't give a fuck I call you out Take a red paint brush draw you out Tape it to your back before you turn around Shoot and at the end yell target down Kill streak like a pill deep in your system youll be still sleep While we'll sneak in to your bill keep, and then split the prof by mils each We will eat! Better quote that By any means, I got hope back a set a of skills and when both match I hit the streets like dope crack Taking over,  the equivalent of no baking soda So pure You would make vacating sober Imagine that cuz people imagine rap In some off the wall type of way and I am not having that Shit talking, like "ay man, how long you take to write this?" The better question would be how much you want me to like it. That's what I thought bitch, you as fly as an ostrich While I'm a cheetah with turbo and an exhaust kit...oh shit And it's a race to the muthaphuckin finish I Flow monopoly, y'all just the other sucking business Second surrendered sitting, sectioned sadly so sickened Stupid stuck stiffen, still Subordinately spitting splitting That gap between us even more youre Level 1 I'm level 4 Nigga i will pop up through a tunnel by your door Knock knock bitch , Verse is so obnoxious I do everything you could plus more Whatchu got bitch Pokemon ditto I toked the bong, then Wrote this song, life is so simple If this was the end of it, but this is barely the beginning tip Thone holder, best hop on your defending shit I'm coming through,  like weak bowels and stomach flu You Ain't stopping shit, that toilet you should get runnin to ADD *********************************************************** Follow me on twiiter   / xversetylex   Add me on FaceBook   / xversetylex   Like my Fanpage   / itsverse   ***********************************************************