Vigilant

I'm a different kind of breed of A human being Load these words in the Magazine Make the crowd lean Put the pen to paper No pencil And make the pen sing What you witnessing is no Phony Nah it's the real thing It's the Heavy hittah, true spittah K-M-A-R Real n***a Ill witted A lot of microphones Is waiting for me to kill em My initial tactic was To drop a couple songs and Hope that the crowd feels em Now that I'm dropping bombs Without calling my militia I'm here to let you know that You fake rappers are finished Cause I'm ill with the pen Somebody go get an IV All inside my rhymes my Thoughts can't even find me Almost like an invisible ninja Silhouetted figure, hidden with A hidden agenda On hindering ya Third eye completely From birds eye, I see the Fake getting more Acknowledgment Than those that are real Cause nowadays you hood if you Hold guns and pop pills From the n****s that be Pitching false hope and bad deals That shit is so wack son man I Don't understand But before I forget K-M-A-R is realer than most Just cause I'm not up now Don't mean I'm not coming close See I'm coming for the top spot You other rappers watch out Woke up this morning and said F*ck it I'm bouta ball out The syllables on this individual Is so immaculate Master plan is so diabolical and Elaborate I can feel the power surging Through me When I grab the pen You could try and stop me but By that time it won't matter Then Cause I rhyme tight Flow nice With no ice Pick up the pen and write Bout anything in sight Than hit the streets man Everybody gotta eat That's why I hustle hard and I'll Never accept defeat Vivid imagination Wondering what I'm chasing Maybe just a way to escape from All the hurt and pain That i see on the daily It's crazy because at the end of The day All of this pain made me Walk outside Blood on the pavement Mother's hearts aching people Catching cases Ain't no way to save them So we just pray then And leave it all in God's hands Even though I don't know Where me and God stand Is it what they call "God's Plan" I was told everyone walks their Own path And that even when good times Occur Later on just be sure to prepare For the bad Got knocked down once and I Got up twice And I'm still Standing here fighting for my Life Praying that the lord will finally Understands my cries And if reception seems bad I'll understand and just write That's life