Lyrics My Life. - MidKnyte

Yes,
I Know,
I Need More Practice,
I Need More Talent, For These Lines And Rhymes,
I Need To Take My Time.
Kadens, Schemes, Practice Makes Perfect, Work Like A 9-5 (9-5) .
I Swear I'll Get Better, Just Give Me Some Time,
I Bet You Wanna Hear My Mixtapes And My Lines.
No More Miss-Takes,
I Bet You, You Wanna Hear About My Life

(Ladies And Gentleman,
A Record Of Literally No Viewers And
Barely Any Fans And All Hate,
I Introduce You To,
The One, And Only, Midknyte!)
(Mkm Gang!)

Fine Dine,
Hindsight, It's Rhyme Time,
Instead Of Saying "Fuck It" I Say "Fack It",
In The Bucket, Mop It With A Jacket,
I Pull The Nine, Cock It Back, It Clicks, I Cack And Clack,
When It Claps Back I Attack It,
Blood Like Wine, And Bread In The Basket.
Sunshine, Shines, When Im Blind, It Turns And Burns My Retinas,
So I Closed The Blinds, Im Taxing Fines,
For A G.O.A.T, You See The Signs.
Everytime Yall Rap, It Should Be A Crime.
I Got A Million Dares From Yall,
If I Had A Dime For Everytime Someone Hated On Me,
I Would Be A Billionaire,
I Eat Y'all Up, Season Y'all With Chimes,
For My Girl, I Got A Trillion Stares,
But I Work My Ass Off, Walk Up A Quadrillion Stairs For Her.
So It Shows I Really Care,
She Can Barely Bare My Horse Cock Like A Hairy Mare. (Get It?)
With The Knife I Hash, I Bash, And I Slash,
We Clash, Hit A Dash, Faster Than Flash,
A Master Of Rapping, When I Go Faster And Fasting,
My Brains Wrapping Around The Skill Of Mapping Of Words,
When They Yearned And Earned For Hurt In A Thirst Of Blood,
(Actions Speak Louder Than Words!)
Well Guess That's Irony, In My Situation,
"Fire Me!" Says The Proclamation Of Validation, Amazing,
"Hire Me!" Says The Comic,
Orgasmic Sensation Of Temptation,
Waiting For You To Get Sedated,
Of My Suction Of Seduction, With These Kadens,
Your Again (A Gain), Weighting (Ha),
Resentment, Your Resisting?
Get To Tazing,
Coming For Your Brain Like An Alien Invasion
Done, Sun Glazing, Guns Blazing, Some Fading, Rum Tasting,
One Sedating, One Lady, Off Another One Gaming,
While There Playing 2k,
While Hes Gating The Court, Raping His Shorts,
The Balls In My Hoop And Court,
Grenading His Scorch Of Torch Of Light,
Win The Fight,
Lose Her And You Will Be A Loser, For The Rest Of Your Life

Yes,
I Know,
I Need More Practice,
I Need More Talent, For These Lines And Rhymes,
I Need To Take My Time.
Kadens, Schemes, Practice Makes Perfect, Work Like A 9-5 (9-5) .
I Swear I'll Get Better, Just Give Me Some Time,
I Bet You Wanna Hear My Mixtapes And My Lines.
No More Miss-Takes,
I Bet You, You Wanna Hear About My Life

Look, I Can Do All The Things That You Want Me Too,
But I Dont Need Too,
Prove That I Am Good, With Songs, But I Need You,
And I Also Need Myself,
To Get A Little Bit Of Help,
Would Both Help.
But, You Can, Settle Down The Bat Signal Because I Need Too,
Find Myself,
Without Your Help.
As I Hide My Health,
Beside Myself
(You Need To Cope)
But I Need Hope?
(Not Gonna Give You Any, Nope)
But I Need
(No!)
I Just Feel Like I'm On This Slippery Slope Of Trope,
Like Soap,
And I'm A Prisoner In My Own World, Closed, Behind The Doors,
But I Don't Give Shit Anymore,
Too Even Drown Out The Noise,
I'ma Break Out This Rut For Free,
(Sneak Out For What?)
For The Father To Be Pleased,
I Want Any
And Everyone To Follow Me,
You Can Change With Me Like A Dollar,
Just Take A Second Please

First You Publish A Song You Think It Good

Second You Get The Criticism Like You Should

Third You Get The Insured Earn Of Respect

Fourth, You Get The Urn Of Death,
They Dissect Every Word You Got Left

Fifth Now You Get Hit With The Biggest Shit Of Your Lifetime,
Everyone Shitting On You, At The Right Time

Sixth Now You Got The Bricks From Lick That You Hit,
You Got The Blicks And Sticks And Now You're Hardcore

Seventh Now You've Been Set Down On Going To Heaven,
You Think That's A Metaphor?

Eight, Now You Get The Hate, You've Been Waiting For

Nine, You Get The Nine, And
Chop Em' Up On The Floor Like A Dinosaur

Ten, Now Your Story Has Just Beginned,
No This Isn't The End,
You Committed Sins,
Now, Time To Pick Up The Pen, You've Been Fighting For!

You Think I'm Lying?
Do You Think
I'm Saying This Shit Because I'm Rhyming?
No, On This Timing,
Im Speaking The Truth,
Freaking, And Creeping,
While The Wood Is Seeping And Creaking,
On The Corner,
I Be Peaking, Sneaking Around
While I'm Heaping, And Your Sleeping,
Alarm Clock Is Beeping,
Now That Makes No Sense At All,
Does It?
It Was Just A Point To Prove,
I'm Not-
Like Honestly,
I Know I'm Aware Of What I Write,
I'm Not Sped, Or Special Ed,
I Still Steal, Hold Still Or
You'll Be Lyrically Dead
From The Steel And The Led,
On My Final Breath On My Deathbed,
I'll Still Hold On To What I Said