Doomsday Freestyle

I advise you fix your sight, you're going blind The glow ain't bright, you're lacking shine Rewrite, revise, control your vice Detain your rhymes and train your mind To take some time, to get aligned Devise your life, improve your lines Or cut the mic I I'm so different from these rappers who think that they're skilled I'm so diffferent from these rappers who think that they're skilled Hol' up I'm so different from these rappers who think that they're skilled Acting dangerous on the snap, taking flicks, holding still/steel Acting like they're still in motion (motion pictures) their life is so real (Surreal/ Reel) Rolling heavy with they bros for a malice appeal You be fronting on your vids, drinking, popping a pill Taking all these drugs like they won't get you killed How you numbing all your senses and still in your feels? Laughing at your misery like your pain is concealed (concealer) And you make up for your flaws by applying a mask (make-up) Unphased by how you look on live smoking a black (face mask) Your captions read, "I'm with the hoes" I'm like, "Bitch where they at?" Stunting on your social medias looking all sad And I don't get most of my homies that barely try I'm not hating, I'm just saying, bro open your mind You've been at this for some time and you've barely climbed Your social ladder's still the same, get your life occupied Cause writing rhymes is not enough that's just humble advice You sound common, if I'm honest bro, work on your lines Stop explaining all your rhymes, they're not hard to define Calm the hype, you're not that nice, you're just barely alright Don't be cocky, take the judgement and humble your pride You get mad when truth is spoken and think it's a lie I know folks that act like that and I hate that they're blind See, me and them, we barely speak, we don't see eye-to-eye Hol' up My perception is inceptious I don't care about no mentions You're acceptance is ineptious I'm unphased by your selection Don't you get it? I'm eccentric; exocentric More Inceptive, composmentis Your aesthetic, dull, pathetic Constant stressin', glum, frenetic Your esthetic's too generic You get hectic Feel rejected when neglected Cause you're pen is so not impressive Hope you get it, my intentions aren't malignant I just want to help you get it, make your lyrics sound more fittin' As a critic I'll admit it, you're a misfit As I listen to your written, I done peeped your compositions are not fit for the game You're too modish, mundane It's insane Don't you call yourself a great You didn't make the cut, it's part of the game The pane that you produce could never match up my flames I set the booth ablaze, so find another escape I scorch the type of fire that you couldn't extinguish The torch that I acquire I've desired lascivious I'm underminded but brilliant Stupid mothafucka