Testi My Interpretation - Cassidy

My Interpretation

Okay.\nThis joint is knockin' right here\nI don’t even need to write to this joint this easy\nI’mma just talk to 'em off the top, listen\nMy interpretation of what the game facin'\nI’m basin' my facts on ancient civilization\nAnd my proclamation plus the world and it’s foundation\nMy education is statin' black unification\nDebatin' whether Satin is situatin'\nAnd placin' me in a state of mind that can’t be shaken\nIt’s like a leech slurrin' my specch, energy taken\nIt’s brakin' my fiberglass thoughts that pass through my mental\nLettin' off frustration through meditation in conventional\nDimension in teleportation\nAnd like the length between words in the first grade my mind is spacin'\nOut on route like telephone communications through nations\nGive me 360 degree rotations my occupation\nSpittin' flows and creatin' a creation through experimental situations\nThey drug me ''cause my thoughts bloody like menstruations\nMakin' my temperature heat up like incubation\nThey tracin' and chasin' from location to location\nI’m stationed at a hotel accomidation\nWaitin' to start me and my squad organization\nBut I’m hesitatin', too many outside irritations\nMakin' me pause and might cause altercations\nBut I’m penetratin', surpassin' so-called limitations\nDedication, motivation and concentration\nManifestation is the key to escalation\nAnd fluctuation of cheese might cause MC’s suffocation\nOr tax on cats ''cause no jacks is bein' fakin'\nThey typically pissin' me off like urination\nDeflation and toleration is in consideration\nBut me in my rankin' is like Bob Marley to Jamaicans\nI might be… slightly exaggeratin' but eliminatin'\nThese snakes wit affiliation got the system scared\nLike mice durin' extermination\nErasin' the rhymes rapper’s lines wit time and patience\nTakin' no shorts, thoughts like woo blunts I’m lacin'\nComin' down like condensation givin' proper information\nMy interpretation of the rap business\nSince my christenin' I wanted to be a rap technician\nSplittin' mics in half for my fans when I’m spittin'\nNever forgettin' how rap started from the beginnin'\nBut most of these ignorant rappers talkin' 'bout money they gettin'\nBars they spittin', cars they whippin', nice clothes they dipped in Hoes they hittin', 9's they grippin'\nBut they gotta expand they mind and rhyme somethin' different\nFor instance, that’s what I be kickin' in my writtens\nBut if you listen pay attention positivity’s mentioned\nMy composition has a 50 slash 50 division\nI can please both crowds no vocals is my intentions\nWhen I do that wit rap I expand my comprehension\nExtendin' my knowledge like goin' to college at Princeton\nThe industry’s missin' and interpretation that’s sickenin'\nThey was wishin' I presented so now I’m forever in it The business…