When I retire

This is song I wrote and I sent to my boy mark he makes beats I am gonna put it out on the apple broadcast i just want to get exposure for artist from my neck of the woods hopefully it does well


opens a cappella (LL COOL J)
Slaughering MC"s and I'm a never get Whipped
When I retire I'm be worshiped like an old
battleship. --Chorus--(repete 2x this line only)
Beat comes in
Chorus (3x)

Like a Pimp I'm poignant, proactive and to the point
when it comes to pushing puss/
up and down the aisles, searching for a real nigga
look/
I stich passion into the fibers of every line in every
verse/
with my tounge I push against the pain cuz i love that
it hurts/
disiple of the truth/
so I spit it in the booth/
live it in the coup/
preach it on the stoop/
and scream it from the roof/
I'm from the bottom of nowhere/
but I will make you muthafuckas care/
I'll never give a fuck if i get a million sold/
as long as I move a million muthafucking souls/
So for me it's not chips or whips and them fake ass
hoes/

CHROUS (3x)
My tounge is a chisal and this composition is
sculpture/
I take my time and go through every rhymes/
so it can't be picked apart by vultures/
Some people fear that I talk this way/
Some people come near some run away/
Bullshit niggas get played every fucking day/
So it's time yall heard what a real fucking man has
to say/
I will not bend or break to say whats fake/
repping every nigga from my state/
Yall don't understand the shit your being fed/
gets inside your head/
and make you believe the shit they said/
So im going to take it back/
so before what happens to blues and jazz happens to
rap/

Chorus
Give me bullshit nigga and Ill sell shrooms/
Give me weak shit nigga and they going 5 for 2/
your an absentee father whoes son has become a man/
so when i take the game I hope you understand/
pop corn shit only last awile/
the game needs a real meal for it to survive/
my folks dont need another nigga tell em what they
aint got /
how they man aint shit/
and how my wife saw your range and sucked your dick/
ima breath and hope in the lives your lines destroyed/

give jobs to as many as i can to those you left
unemployed/
my idol aint a fake dope boy its eldridge and huey/
so go that way with that fake shit cuz you cant do me/
I dont sing to get rich/
dont suck no dick/
Rather die for what i believe than be somebody's
bitch/

Chorus

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