Joel Milian 12/10/12
Rap & Spoken Word
RAP
Rap is my game and I am the maker
I got an ILL mind son cus im the creator
Call me JMKILLA I am blowing shit up
You’ll be lucky if I holla back in the club
Respect, fame, fortune is here plaguing the mind
Despite obstacles tryn to lead me towards crime
Ordinary nigga, makin the best with wats left
With a mind thats been torn to little tiny bits
But whats there to do when the fame has been
reached?
These are fundamental questions that need to be
preached
Im not a preacher, call me Reacher as look up to the
sky
And these Haters someday players prepare to meet
your demise
My work is like art and each line adds to the
masterpiece
So if you know what’s good, I dare you challenge me!
Im not a thug or theif, but im tryn to be a rapper
When Im spitting these here bars, glory is all that
im after
Im not a thug or theif, but here im tryn to be a
rapper
When Im spitting these here bars, glory is all that
im after
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