"Freedom" Come look at what real rap is.

Half the rap out now is pornocore
Women acting like whores
hornier than bulls
But i'm the matador
And I batter doors
That block the people that are poor
from accumulating wealth
I spit the fire
That's been fuming in myself
For the tired worker with no fooding on her shelf.
or cabinet
language is my gift
so i rap it
for the gonor on the corner whose trappin
Who's doing what has the white folks laughin
My flow comes from a faucet
It's easy to tap it
But sometimes i can't stop it.
It's like a dirty cop it,
Yells at me until i surrender
And even when I do it over takes me like i didn't
such a public defender
If the competition is to overfake me then you win it
The flame that makes my brain go insane until i use pen to stop pain
Poverty lit it.
Freedom- We won't stop until we get it!