Stoupe The Enemy of Mankind - Slang Poetry lyrics

They scarred of my potential, crippled by my capacity I hear the instrumental and spit words so naturally A wordsmith, red shift a galaxy I spit halogen electricity at those that battle me Born to rap to this beat, define gravity and rise up Getting so high from the lie I make the sky duck I'll rap circles around your whole team for 5 bucks Local show's terrible, I'm telling you why it s**s 'Cause rap is payed or played, they're songs to no crowd It's on when everyone got bars, but no one's on now Then hop into the cypher with a stylee at my sold out Avoiding your pounds with head nods and no doubts Maybe it's just me but I don't get excited by the critics on my ?? with the same hands they type with Like the recognition, but that ain't why I write it When this poetic gift is presented to you stay silent