IzzyX Self-proclaimed

Yeah I need to show you Im the best lyricist You gotta lissten, To confirm it When I'm stack inna booth Its a Hotbox I go Inforno Turn a Studio to uhh... Microwave with just Mic or a Wave "Uhm" I gotta to tell you I'm the worst of the iilest You won't believe it So I have spit sickness inna Mic Untill you catch it Manifesting this visions of God Fullfilling all my dreams... I ain't blind I see my ways an understand the path I should pave in this life... You Niggas can't cross in my lane I'm all over the space Like 'em stars Or should I say, "God" I'm guarding my feelings With God in my heart  He a Garduin So all of y'all can never do me Nun I'm Really Heaven-Send Solidified Stucture! Not Man made I'm Ten Toes I'd never fold, an sell My Soul to Satan That's above he's Payment! I ain't gotta Tip for that Nigga Let's put him on a Blickie Tell him suck this Stickie Or Dickie Cause Life a fucken,Bitch Pussy Ass Niggas I only approache 'em with Protection... This is not a threat Just a treatment From Hoodslavve... Im stuck in my ways YOU can not be praised by my Soul Friends or not I don't even care I know my creator Um I'm made in His Image An I see Him When I look in the Mirror An felt it way before I was Alive I'm Part of Him Part of Me Pardon Me... I had to write it how it is Hope you never forsake Me I will forever be graetfull Lord Peeps hattin' When you living righteously But I aint even scared of my Enemies Tell them;"BRING IT ON!" If We going head to head You end up with a Toe-Tag Tic-Toc-Clock This time keeps Ticking Sombody Dying On this wicked mommnet  An I mean that shit like Literary  An when  you understand  the facts, I'm saying It's a tragedy Cause all of y'all are prodigys In this game like Slaverys Granny told me Wacthout for your pockets If you get 'em buzzing When you start to get it They will try to get Their hands on it You should get a grip An chock achievsmets Like you troat-fucking Don't trust in words of man "I Tell 'em f*ck what you siad An hop on my dick Untill I Pop In Hip-Pop! " I'm not recruiting, But this niggas wanna jion on My Cult I'm speaking words Into exitcens Coz I'm producing Life I wouldn't say it If I Haven't done The scean allready Man Aint Nobody That Can Rap Like This! This Rappers Cannot Flow With Me! Is Only God On My Wave! This Poet's Cannot Write Like Me! Cause We Don Share A Soul I'm only say what's real An I'm  honestly Honest (Hear/here) Waive a Magic-Pen Write my Life 'fore it disappear Within the mist of fear Y'all recive in your double ears An yall i hope im clear Cause a Hundred years is really Short Therfor be awear That your time of death Infront the clock An who you real fear Shoul be... He above all (Generation Z This is Massage for the Heart An the Soul) Yeah! The Messiah of your Spirt The Son and The Holy Father The Creators of it all He spoke it lnto a exitcens What you see Is what he did Way before the Genesis He is imperial eternal Even though He stays the Same When all of y'all were born He was looking exatly like y'all Yeah I Said it Cause you made in His Image Imagine What I'm painting You should Let him in In your heart I know its hard Letting Go An letting him be incharge Disconnect to all the hate An never hold any grudge YOU CAN LOVE AN GET HURT HE JUST GROWING YOUR HEART Its not about a good life Cause it's only a lesson An every day your write a test Only multiple choices Between the Right AnWrong Good An Bad Light An Dark You should let it spark The little light Within your heart Follow intuition An don't lissten to the second Thought Never even doubt it Be about it Its your only path You only living once Walk it Way before your death Nigga... your "dreams"...