Focus on My Illustration

You know you got all these tough artist out here These tough rappers and Everybody wanna be heard and Everybody wanna rock Maybachs and all that But I don't really see nobody really coming in Really tryna master their art I just see a lot of copy cats Really cats saying the same s*** everybody else is saying Yo, Yo Focus on my illustration Knowing I stay raging with pen on pages Either Im bringing heaven down or hell raisin They stay waiting, for me to drop and slip Flip, so rise and lift Dipped inside your consciousness Fall back before your time is up Grab the body bag, you rhyming trash I gotta pile em up No I ain't killer, just a SENTiMental wordsmith SENT in to your MENTAL as I murk s*** Hit purp, spit verse, diss this kid and s*** get worse B**** it the mischief, that rip s*** and dipped earth Uh Crashed in the nebula, two steps ahead of ya And four steps back That means I'm all around Part the ground, too concrete for you to f*** around So Don't Dumb it down, before the flow coming out Leave you most underground Where I'm found, no hope for your clout In the clouds where my ghost float around Uh, Ayo Gone in the mist All y'all get dissed from the bars that the god comes to give And y'all can all suck a d*** And watch the come up I'm ready to one up, it be that young sun From sun down all the way to sun up Yo, Figgity f*** up Away with all them fake vibes Im made to detonate like a Grenade and a napalm bomb Up In your TRI STATE TRY my STATE of mind and wait till my death arrives In no time you'll find, the illest spitta alive Arrived in the year before 95' Year before 95', the illest spitta alive Before the year 95' On some 94' s*** In the beginning of hip hop DJing, MCing, Graffiti Writting & Break Dancing Was used as a way to channel the energy of the youth In a more positive way Since its birth Hip Hop was considered by many to be a passing? Some thought it wouldn't survive this long 30 years later, things have changed