I am God

this is for the people who want everyone to go line for line,
and think emotion is more boring than a nine to five,
everything else is invisible to you like what you expect mimes to drive,
well your luckier than than someone who snorts lines and survive,
i say you need class, they say I rock that Armani suit,
I say no you to go to school and pass, they say thats not hardly true,
than say Soulja Boy is retarded and is driving Ferraris too,
but that's just a pea in a pod, what about the many on Maury too,
sometimes i feel more cheated than Mangini against the Patriots,
Some people get heated at Eminem just because of the way he spits,
he's so ill that he made me sick, and he and nas are the ones that made me spit,
yea that's right, they put up a gun to me telling me to rhyme on some crazy shit,
Slaughterhouse gave me more motivation than god gave to a preacher,
microphone kamikaze, so it was only right to i gave destruction a feature,
that's right the microphone killed itself, i just save it for the speakers,
you couldn't kill a verse if your nickname was the reaper,
you might run the streets but that's your only jurisdiction,
I own the land around it, you just run around playing chicken,
try to say you do shit but no one will listen,
u cant comprehend the difference from reality and fiction,
so when you go to sleep, you think reality are your dreams,
but your reality is like the real world on MTV, it isnt as real as it seems,
you couldn't script your life, your softer than a hit to the spleen,
even though i don't like to get rough, i like to stay clean,
some say he writes too much, but this isn't the SATs their isnt a time limit,
i give you quality and quantity and I know I can shine with it,
i got too much people callin me when i gave out my digits,
i dont need a pen, just give me a piece of paper and i'll rip it
i'll save my money, theirs no need to buy a paper shredder,
because it's funny, when you give me a pen the papers better,
because i put the paper together and i somehow make a letter,
thats what happens when my pen and paper have a date together,
when they touch each other they make a child of their own,
and sperm to this creation resides in my dome,
it's hard to stop when my minds in the zone,
no ones fuckin with me cause im rhymin alone

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Bunny_Rabbit

I thought it was pretty good; your bars are a little too long though. Make them shorter, and they'll flow better.

Stay up.

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I am God

idk, it seems fine to me, if i make them any shorter i'll rather rap so slow you'd think im fucked up on some shit, or i spit it too fast, and I don't wanna be twista. it seems to work when i say it out loud.

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