The Write'Stry of MiA

Over Flowing

Over...
The try hards...
never a die hard...
soft served...
not like yogurt...
more like butt hurt...
been done...
with the plastic types...
the unheard of hype...
real funny...
not enough money...
can allow you to inherit...
the gift, the heart, or my talent...
little faggot...
still a maggot...
know me well...
know I can tell...
when you spit shit to sell...
talentless...
brainless...
BaLLs Less...
No balls...
at all...
trying to come off..
like you got off...
like that...

Over flowing...
About these toy story boys...
I'm over all of it...
Over this bridge...
As I hip hop...
My new old sound...
real underground...
Labeled up...
Doesn't mean you papered up...
The real grind is what hiphop is made of...

Fact...
is..
you ain't shit...
never been shit...
you talk shit...
can't produce shit..
can't do shit...
but the funny shit..
is that..
matter of fact...
how you act...
when you see me...
brown nosing comes so easy...
You ain't even worth...
My ride to die dirt...
sweet boy...
toy story boy...
more fake than Pinocchio boy...
No more lies...
your nose is growin boy...
you over boy...
I'm over flowing...
Getting quite annoying..

I can't retire...
with all you tired...
ass hype boys...
can't rap or write boys...
tryin to reign this industry...
Funny to me.....
when you dress like me...
DOESN'T make you me....
too many to count..
Just wrecked sound...
All the newbies...
decade year rookies...
still acting like groupies...

Over flowing...
About these toy story boys...
I'm over all of it...
Over this bridge...
As I hip hop...
My new old sound...
real underground...
Labeled up...
Doesn't mean you papered up...
The real grind is what hiphop is made of...

cold reality...
I got a cold mentality...
that will have you on your knees...
beggin me...
to "please sunbae forgive me"..
hahaha
you disrespectin the art..
with no heart...
no style..
no flows...
can't even come off the dome...
with a bar or a note...
just written up shit from someone you don't even know...

real talk...
take a walk...
one foot in front of the other...
as I blast you with another...
make it to the end of the street...
and you might even have a chance to compete...
But not with me...
probably with some other ahjussi...
or probably the ahjumma from the food cart up the street...
Potential...
I can tell...
of the top...
you aint got...
go back to school boy...
I aint getting paid to school you boy...
infancy...
stuck on your mama's tittie...
For security...
yeah, we all know..
First of all...
gotta get grown...
get grown man up...
get the "F" outta here til' you grow the "F" up...

~I was just unleashing some vicariously living thru you mentally...LoL~
Nothing personal for any particular persons...just how I view the reality of this hiphop industry!!