I'm from a humble town,
Ready to come for the crown
By the time I'm done with spittin'
Y'all is bumpin' my sound
And I ain't finna be quittin'
'Til I make my mama proud
With every one of my writtens
Crafted from the underground

I'm just the usual misfit with a big dream
To rip up any microphone in the studio
'Til they witnessing a real MC
And it's killin' me that everything
Revolves around the CREAM
When it's never been the whole thing

If you recognise the industry
And spot the difference?
You could prolly make a profit
If you kept your distance
But it seems like execs are gettin' smarter
With their marketing
Promising a lotta things, never bargaining

That's why I believe in quality first
Every instance I'm jotting a verse
Don't even think about twistin' my lines
Or fixin' the rights that I acquired
When I was well in my prime

Unless you plan to get pierced
With some different knives,
May I kindly suggest
You pick on someone your size?

I'm as sharp as it gets,
Your shit is garbage at best
My shit is hard to forget,
So better come with a vest
Or better still, let Tha Shinigami
Harvest your flesh

We made a deal,
Best to say I won me a bet

© William Robert Death/Shin Shady (aka Will Tha Shinigami)