I am Mastema. My name is Hostility.
I will take away your ability
Of agility, mobility and feasibility
One thing that will remain dominant is my nobility
Trying to out-rhyme me is pure futility
The only things you'll have when I'm done is docility
Not to mention debility
Everytime I rap I bring 110%
And not a percent less
Write and spit the truth
And nothing less till I'm breathless
And do my thing right to the end
Write rhymes from my heart
And bleed ink from my pen
Man, a lot a rappers can't do it like me
They pretend
Fake rappers who claim they set their own trends
Copycats who don't think with their own heads
Whatever he or she said thats what the next one says
And whatever I say goes way over their heads
You're like a hopeless dreamer, staring in divine light
You suffer from hindsight from this assigned fight
Your bars are benign, while I recite right sign
You're alligned to the sidelines, you're just a fleabite
I'm on my feet like a feline, rolling in the twilight
I designed the guideline, you can't get it timed right
Infinite crimes I indict, hip-hop in daylight
My lyrics define and refine - highlight the limelight
I'm the cashmere to your linen - much to your disdain
I jeer at your fear, I'm ruling your domain
The final frontier, the feigned membrane
Of society's mother lovin monarch reign
Revere the Shakesperean blood stain, inane pain
Lyrics restrained, appear to be insane
To the na*ed ear, profanity remains
For my homies peer, my melody regains
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26-May-2011 03:48:33
- Last edited on
26-May-2011 21:27:31
by
Parhelic
