"Trained Killers" (freestyle write)
Everybody who knows me knows that, alongside writing detailed stories and the occasional emotional poetry, I love taking on challengers at freestyle rap. This one is a crunch-time hit that I actually pulled out two days ago, waiting in line outside the food stamp office, behind a guy who couldn't stop mumbling his version of "spoken word" in front of the rest of us. So I sparked up a cigarette, called him out, and lit the guy on fuckin fire. Sorry man, but I need my head space too, you know? And yes, I won the "battle" and there was a nice, 20 minute silence until the place actually opened.
I stay in black shirts and black denim,
All day!
If you can't take em', just send them
My way!
C4, M16's and Ospreys!
The trained killers around me
DO NOT PLAY!
I'm in a hurry,
So don't bother me,
If you're worried,
I'm crack broke, openly gay,
And I'm a furry,
If you've got a complaint,
I'm gonna offer you
A box,
Some Sleek Teak,
Some Oak wood,
Or pine blocks.
Don't reach for your piece;
You know I keep
Mine cocked,
.50 caliber D-E, yeah,
But nice Glock!
Spend my days on the streets,
Trust me; I'm not shocked!
Don't tell em' if you're coming for me;
I might block!
Stay quiet if I'm waiting in line
For food stamps;
I'm broke and I'm hungry;
I'm next to you, man!
These streets don't pay like
The masters you have,
So I'm reaching out to take
Whatever's to grab!
Don't know where to sleep,
But one thing I do have,
Is the kind of mindset
Of the rats in school labs,
Every wound makes me stronger,
Wherever I might stay,
And the trained killers around me,
DO NOT PLAY!
As a matter of fact, don't listen
To my say;
Got a problem with me?
Let's do it the old way!
Back to back, we're
Racked and stacked
At midday,
Ten paces , and we'll settle this,
With gunplay!