Worm (SoundCloud) - Intro

I'm the last of a dying breed
The food I feed is food for thought
I never fought the false accusations that they put me on
I know who I am , I stand and I preach to the weak
Hoping that they can hear me
And I was only 15 when I started to grind
Overtime every single fucking line was defined
Now I'm back on my feet
Contradiction is my self infliction
But my diction never fiction smelling your decomposition
Of your body , try to stop me , everybody wanna copy
All these entertainers in the game for the fame well
Talk about your watch
Spit all about your fake Versace
I'mma probably kill everybody with my fucking army
I spit wicked the lyrical Charles Dickens
Inflicted by hard bars and Gods from Hip Hop
Demolishing competition
That's always on my main agenda
Never spend a , penny that's word to my boy Sebby
I swear you not ready , put the world on your shoulders I bet that feel heavy
Take a look on the Tele
Gang bangs and rape and drug games
You think its gonna change but this is no phase
So welcome to the balcony , I'm spitting alchemy for everybody who's to blind to see. x2

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