Bams little rap was pretty epic Minor darkness in your rap tastic Florence Bam be making me eggs that are over easy Just like his raps that he says is unbeatable I guess you've never heard of me I'm Legend the one and only Spittin my rhymes I am the New Testament Bam your an old Scripture Your gonna lose against me At this battle Don't be sad there is always the next battle Now go play with your 1st semester rhymes Come back when you've graduated.
Skill vibes thinks he's got something But from what I see everyone murdered him Bam, Darkness, Legend
Im problematic like a gun that go's off automatic bring static when I cause electric shocks blow your socks off lol them rocks are just to soft throwing them at my glass house you don't wonna bring arms house to your baby mums house cos these sick things Im capable of doing to your off springs would become crime watch's highest ratings see I take things that are unbreakable like my talent which will be the making of you all cos im the lyrical genie you can wish but you'll just never be me see Im a different breed cos I don't write with ink I bleed on the page put my heart and soul in every word you read I believe because I know I can achieve a status to become one of the greatest to grace this planet watch my lips as they perform magic letting go of the Mic while your still tryna grab it lol its tragic
Darkness needs the see the light Copying and pasting is 100% wack Making us think you got skills When you don't Go back to school and come back when your real Because these battles are made for real rappers. Not some dude that searches his shit on google
They must be confused if they think that ima lose. I only roll a chosen few, I do what im supposed to do. Rip the mic, blow the amp. Close the booth. Y’all should recognize the truth when you see it, It’s beautiful English. That’s spoken by a lyrical genius. I got a fetish for ill tracks with dope rhythms. I got to lace em with lyricism With no isms, flows risen. Way above what they expected, Simple as a simplest, ya’ll knew how to spit this, These lyrics that’s crafted by the gifted, master of linguistics. I was born to win it all, Just gotta wait for time to let it. It’s my name y’all dream of, Don’t forget it. Born to win cant stand to lose, want that house with all the views. Don’t wait for your dream you just gotta take it, every day working hard, look up to the sky, gotta make it.
Y'all think are hotshots But y'all just lamb chops Lamb chops get eaten You get beaten Imma end yo streak But first imma have to take a leak Now lets get to business son I ain't ere to have fun Imma destroy you While your in the loo Every streak has to end In real life you got no money to spend You live in your mums house Y'all are only two years old My punch lines knock you out cold You may think your hot stuff That's some fucked up stuff You ain't got no balls Go home to your mummy when she calls Wow look at the time this is the end of my rhyme