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A Rapper Named Nati

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Everybody thought Nati was dead
Till I rose from the grave, got 'em noddin' they heads
I'm exposin' the fake, I'm an obvious threat
'Cause I'm a pro in the game, no one stoppin' me yet
The flow is insane, I'll demolish your rep
With just the flows I create off the top of my head
I chose to be great; man, I'm probably the best
Who you know that's this great? Bet they're probably dead
I pass Go and get paid like a Monopoly set
But f*ck your doe and ya change, they never bought you respect
You're still soulless, afraid, and a monotonous mess
I'm goin' no place till I'm on top with the best
I go against the grain so my thoughts can express
All my lows and the pain that my conscience suppressed
I'm on the road in the rain on an impossible quest
Drivin' slow in my lane, it's not an option to wreck
Gyeah! I'm so advanced, I'm the hardest to rap
These local acts talk about bringin' harm to my camp
But they're wack all around, so I'm targetin' cats
They plan to bring me down (haha), pardon my laugh
I bury average beginners, I'm not sorry for that
The "charismatic enigma," Jeff Hardy of rap
Look somewhere else if ya wanna party and dance
'Cause selling out has never been a part of the plan
It's only up to us how far we advance
And we're blowin' up enough now to cost you your chance
F*ck your number one record, I'm a monster on wax
You the number one contender, but I'm always the champ
"Loyalty. Respect. Honor." That's the motto we chant
"Never Snitch. Never Lie." It's an honesty pact
It's all just an act, ain't nobody fallin' for that
It's a tramp stamp, no gat in the small of ya back, so
Watch and listen as I slaughter competition
With proper diction to feed your hip hop addiction, the clock is tickin'
And the outcome's not lookin' too optimistic
I'm destroyin' this beat, f*ck bein' cautious with it
Nati's the sickest, you're not stoppin' my vision
These rap fucks must be poppin' prescriptions
Got 'em gassed up, thinkin' shit's hot when it isn't
Livestock drop from the sickness that I got when I pass by
That's right, my shit is the plague, mister; a Citizen Kane figure
They take liquor, mix it with pain killers
To cure innate symptoms; the grave digger, play maker
Game winner, flame spitter; hit you with the haymaker
I'm way greater… than I'm acknowledged for
But I'm hard to sleep on like a hardwood floor
I tried to buy your CD at the dollar store, but I showed up a day late
And a dollar short, my armed forces will abolish yours
Armed with sorcery and polished swords, allowing your
Corpse to decompose on your mama's porch
Only if you want a war; homie, I am not afraid, I body lames
And throw their bodies off in hollow graves, this is what you call insane
Nowadays rappers have coward ways
It's all a race to finish with the biggest
Market shares and profit gains
They scheme fast till their dreams crash like the stock exchange
The ski mask covered in blood, sweat, and coffee stains
And I got shooters that'll do ya for the pocket change
Got Rugers and Glocks and K's, more sticks than a hockey game
Forfeit or get your Ford hit with a flock of strays
The four-fifth will blow four-fifths of ya squad away
You're lucky if you got away; trust me, we are not the same
It's funny, Only God Can Judge Me like Pac explained
I tried to be the hero but forgot the cape
I'm Megatron more than Optimus Prime
Decepticon, l'll transform at the drop of a dime
And introduce you to the monster inside, so just in case
You think of stopping my shine - not in this lifetime
I write rhymes to incite riots; I like violence, I'm Mike Myers
Teachin' your kids the wrong kind of Applied Science
I'm big news like 9/11, a lit fuse
That's designed to detonate at any second and end the hate
You the type to call the sergeant to investigate
Starvin' artist, still hungry like I never ate
So if you want beef, bring the heat, we makin' pepper steak
You second rate, mothafucka, I'm a heavyweight
But I ain't tryin' box, let the FN spray
This is trigger tai chi, no MMA
Let the record play, put the cassette in the deck and skate
I'm tryin' to elevate my mental state
Before I end up laid in white chalk and yellow tape
Might decorate the drapes all in the red and grey
Matter, brain splatter, tell the devil that hell can wait
As I attempt to save the game from the end of days
Like I ain't got the wherewithal to embarrass y'all
Friends just apparent frauds, they never cared at all
No one asked what was wrong, they just stared and gawked
Keep your prayers and thoughts, I ain't scared to fall
And so
He bestowed
Upon the world
A gift
He showed them pride and murder
He spoke with the Lions & Crows
But the sheep didn't listen
The world scoffed
Neglected and rejected
He spent his
Time in deep reflection
And introspection
He saw The Light Through the Cracks
Yet the blind remained in the dark
He was trained in the art
Of hiding the pain and the scars
But even in the deepest
Depths of lunacy
The music seemed to play
In Perpetuity
Through the muse that breathes
Life into his ego
He sees hope
And creates art that seems both
Appealing and beautiful
Love it or hate it
The Feeling is Mutual
He picks his teeth with the bones
Of clones that seek a challenge
And leaves their battered
Corpses to feed the maggots
In a world that is
Feast or Famine
He is a beast, a savage
So he recast himself
Stronger
No longer the hero
His story was rewritten
Witness
The Rise of a Villain

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