I'm 16 and I'm english. How is my rap.
Im metaphysical systematically lyrical, on this microphone I'm like jesus bringin a miracle
Im a radical hanibal cannibal animaltyrannical puritanical who is lyrically mechanical
In my brain there's 2 much traffic I'm a manic I'm an antic
This I'm spittin its magic it's a classic, bring your hole army ill attack it, grab your head and ill crack it. I eat up microphones when I'm frantic, its tragic, if you push out your chest ill stab it plastic and your torso ill mash it
I use napalm to bring harm, break arms 2 set off alarms
Right down a lyric and spit it and add another gimmick, finf the window of a critic and brick it, bring your click and ill get rid of it
My life has been corrupt since the day I was born, I'm surprised I haven't grown my own tail and my own horns, with a pitckfork and only being able 2 out at dawn
Ill tell you my life story but if you disresect me 4 it u'll get floored
Everyday I've had to be prepared to be quick witted, pull some courage out of nowhere and get equipped with it
Because these haters create sum aim it my way and fling it, but I've always shouted at the top of my lungs bring it.
