Don’t Fu[n]k Up Our Beats Contest 6 Lyrics

Started out as I sparked leaves when skipping class
Gravitated to raw beats and written raps
Associated with car thieves and prison rats
But never got into armed beef when giving daps
I changed lanes as the car speed was zipping past
Same pace as a heart beat after sniffing crack
The truth is saved through the lies of a noble man
The booth is slayed, music dies from my spoken plan
Don’t act like you know, deny if you overstand
Mind of a wizard with the eyes of an older man
Climb through the blizzard to the highest that’s known to man
Sky is the limit, if you try then you’ll know you can
He sits alone and replies to his only fans
Rhymes in abundance I supply but there’s no demand
Tried for the million hundredth time in a hopeless jam
Finally facing his demise and he chose his stance
I’ve been gifted with these rhymes that I’m known for saying
Following my palm’s life line in my open hand
Freezing rain, nice weather on occasion
Seasons change, ice wedges through the pavement
Frightened nights in immaculate valleys
The lightening strikes, branches start collapsing around me
Fans evacuate cause they heard that you’re show bound
Watch populated places turn to virtual ghost towns
The kid is back supplying hearses upon the beat
I spit a rap and body verses beyond belief
So now I’m broke loosing bills whenever cable’s due
Stealing’s how I pay for food, my meals are microwavable
I will when I am able to reflect upon the horror
Possess the intellect with the intentions of a Martyr
When pride overrules, passion negates
So when your arrogance inflates, then your casket awaits
Ain’t no tellin’ when the reaper comes to ask for your fate
Somewhere between reasonably early and fashionably late
But wait, now let’s imagine if the Mayan’s were right
I guess that displays the irony and science of life
Last year I did this contest the same way
Bought 2 beats and shot a video to make pay
But they wouldn’t accept it cause I ain’t make date
I guess that I must’ve submitted it a day late
Like hey great, so all that work that I just put into
Murkin’ those two verses with those beats that I just purchased to
Not even get considered, so this is what it’s turn into
If I don’t win this contest I’ll personally fuckin’ murder you
Cause you’re a tease like a stripper with her tops covered
I’ll make you bleed with incisions from a boxcutter
Then flee the scene with a bang from a popped muffler
I’m hard to find like Saudi-American crop dusters
I kill rappers cause you blatant fags can’t rhyme
Then walk into the booth with a Jason mask tan-line
I think I might just hit his motherfucking teeth and chin
I think I lost this contest cause I’m fucking up the beat again
Cause I’m just vibing of some fresh weed baggage
With the best leaves packaged from the West-East atlas
So I best wreak havoc on these MC braquets
They’ll say SC Static is the next B-Rabbit
If it was up to me then I’d kill it for 9 minutes
Cause greatness should never be given a time limit
So for the last bar, I’m spittin’ very hot shit
Hip hop lives with 3 minutes on the dot bitch