Madcap from Fenix by Fawkes

Yo

Come ride with me, working the lyrics
Just like the beat, turning to vicious
I'm serving the kids a personal message
A title plea, a journey to pen it, fly with me
I'm burning the record but I could be
Versing the end so write with me
I'm a gurney attending my final scene
But I'm back on the rap ads, slash every
Wack rapper dancing to that swag, and all of that trash, I'm madcap and I'm abstract
Rap in a gas-mask, trapped the wack in a flashback
Stuck in the past so you stuck I'ma pass you stuck in the back
so back then I had stabbed you,
hand through your back too like it had gone past you
but stuck in a class that you'll never pass through
Finish spitting all my lyrics but the idiots ain’t
Kicking, all the interest in the business went to
Killing it in seconds, in the middle-tier division
While the realest of them spittin' but I get a little quicker, then
Hitting the track with a million raps and the mission is that and I’m just
Chilling with my dinner but peeling it back
The difference to that, I’m just iller than every
Single dickhead on track and I’m killing with that
Just drilling the rap into the people thinking I'm not
Destroying the beat, toying with these annoying and meek poisonous leeches I'm coyly a genius
but riddle me this could you give me a hint
What comes next after wittiness writ is given to this, just killing this shit like Billy the Kid and I’m missing in action, shitty and wack, putting this into that, clickety-clack, don't believe me
I'm deleting your presence, defeating your pen and reading a peace treaty of everything
needed to end the depletion of elite penmanship, weak preferences,
deemed better than these veterans, steez epic, I'm the expert with these letters
Can't slow my roll, I've learned all the steez
I'm going over from showing blow for blow
I'm turning the heat, up
Burning the weak off, serving the meek
With curses to speak of and verses to keep from
So don’t bite my shit, I’m a fly guy, it’s cool
Kill you with the right rhyme wit
No one could put out lines like this
When I try, I quit, but when I write, I'm lit
And the rhymes I’ve writ make me spite my spit

Yo

I feel like writing a song but the mic isn't on
And the rhyme didn't come and the lines give me pause
Like hold up, wait a minute, I make the lyrics
They make me nothing, I gave them inches
They gave a dozen, I gave a leg
They gave a foot in, so break the paper
Let's drain the bullshit
Like yo, I shit talk when I spit bars 'cause it's hard not to fib when I get on a lit song, bitch stop calling me back
I'm not in a trap, that's for mice and I'm talking to rats
You vermin, wannabe rappers -- working, honestly, bad, I'm turning
All of these rappers but not even that, could be dropping the match
Like fire on the ground but the problem is that I rhyme for the crowd at the drop of a hat
So what, lines for the thousands get caught in the trap
And I might be astounding but I've got to be clapped
Like, oh! You learned to string words together, sure whatever, look at all those who learned it better
And I'm trying, I'm hounding all the scraps
But the guys keep on shouting to stop all of that
And I'm grinding, I'm loudly talking like DAMN! I SWEAR
This time I'll be crowned when I jot all of that down
And I'm so fly, can't be falling to that ground
Rhymes so right, just talking with them now
My whole mind thinks "I'm walking in this style"
Locking this shit down, got to be it now
I'm Fawkes my songs' right on, right on I write on so I'm dropping this hit now

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• underground
• underground hip hop
• underground rap
• Peoria