Hidden Potential

My style goes through any school old or new It don't matter raps scatters echoes a sounds of wave matter It does matter when raps wraps arms of a tackler Grip your thoughts with claws of a hawk I'm still human we'll talk Nope cause plans still brewing from my own hobby cat Some ask me where my lobby's at, back of the brain where it foggy at I told you my music is my hobby cat right I speak what I like music may not be sold with a price There's no roll to the dice when souls intact were not kittens Were grown cats lions may even scratch on a track No DJ on the mix we not worried a bit Slowing down my punch line with no fist You freakin telepathic rap in you snap pin totally lost in it Lost in what ? In this game of rap , rap game with fame And shame attached Its not a game in Life Like the game of Life like Bruce in the Game of Death This rap game came with steps step prints in the back In a mirror a mess where you see where its at Its well buried Yea I ain't worried when raps splash like jump shots of all Curry's Which one the father or the two others what you think The champion one the Splash Brother ya eyes blurry Man hurry up I'm in need in no hurry why's that raps turns monstrous Like a thousand Keith Murray ready to flow in a quick hurry At steady peak long winning streaks lyrics are geeked With a squad of freaks Eddie Monster peeks From the street underground speaks vertical straight up Volcanic heats up no sun-rays will heat up infinite vocab rap cheat-a You cheater na just fast and clever with the word play I speak of