Closing In



Verse 1:

Now let me directly, dive into the verse
The way the games driven me, is like a curse
Either you side with me, or get off of my turf
You try to convince me to quit, time to converse

I'm closing in on "The Beginning" mixtape
Try to tell me I'm wack, cover you in a drape
I plan to completely take my raps and reshape
For the next album, bitch I won't give you a sneak taste

Let me just say, It's going to be all about me
But let me tell you this, the shit won't be three
Songs short it'll be the regular twenty
The intro and the outro and twenty tracks to release

So far I have been the diamond in the dirt
Ain't makin' it big or promotin' concerts
Stayin' underground till I completely reassert
Improving the raps I got so far, it won't hurt

The way I've been rhyming lately
I plan to make my raps much better, greatly
No need to make the album sedately
Like this one, debut mixtape tape, lazy

The way my rhymes have improved the last little bit
Have me looking at my old work and going, shit
But I think I missed the mark on the hit
It seemed a lot of the raps were missing the grit

I didn't though, necessarily accomplish
I am being completely honest
I ain't makin' these raps go out the hardest
I want this to be just a small market harvest

The raps weren't in the lab for months
A lot less then that, I made it quite dunce
Rarely, well not even once I spent a month on one
I felt extremely dumb from this once


Chorus:

We're-Closing-In
Appear-Composing-Within
We're-Closing-In
Smear-Decomposing-Sins
We're-Closing-In
Endear-Deposing-Chagrins
We're-Closing-In
X5


Verse 2:

Alright verse number two is up next
These raps are makin' you perplexed
They're just honestly, to complexed
You just seem much to vexed

Holy shit, enough with the unneeded stress
Imma corner your ass, just like in chess
Honestly I don't know now, my minds just so messed
I feel like I am under a barrage but also blessed

I can't wait to jump your ass, just like the playground brat
I've been after that since I started to rap
I click clack these rap facts, and wait to attack
When I tap into the mind of Insanity, Imma slam your ass

It's like my very own, alter ego
He's not going to have "No Complex" Chino
He has as much audacity as K-Rino
Takin' these raps apart like a mini lego

Insanity attacks these fake ass rappers with a passion
Corner em quickly and give em' an ass paddling
Send all of these assholes around like they grapplin'
You'll need to remove pain, acetoxybenzoic acid, aspirin

Closing in is the third last track
I dare you to try to say this songs wack
Best I have made for the last little bit
Best put together, obviously no fucking question

But a question I have been figuring on asking
Is how all these assholes have been passing
Off as dope rappers, when they tackling
The embarrassing topics of the "ultimate" rapping

But I have addressed that god damn topic
Far to many damn times, myopic
The talent in nearly fucking microscopic
But onto the fact, I'm closing in, awesome