Rhyme Flow - Room for Improvement lyrics

[Verse 1: Koltunn] Starting in this fandom got me feeling like a phantom; thoughts Coming and going at random; not becoming a dummy, can't stand 'em Got ambition, my mission: create, lots of music, and do it, negate Negative energy, 'head of 'em cleverly, then I see enemies tellin' me "wait" But then again there is so much I don't know Don't mean I won't go as hard as I can And I plan to spit flow but not to get mo' Fame, it is plain, kind of like a meadow Me making it? I would have better luck Finding some hidden treasure But I gotta keep on getting better, whatever, the weather I will never sever endeavor, the effort Is taking up all of my free time, slowing the flow with multi rhymes Hope you like the style cause it takes a while To write but I think I'll be fine So let's see, got a few MC's, to add for more amusement Now I guess enjoy the rest of Room for Improvement [Verse 2: Clavi] What do you see, open your eyes, climb up the rise and grow into your own Flow to the foam of the sea, scopin' the rhymes, this time it's your fight alone Eternity spent on it, hope it's unique You learn to present it and cope with critiques When you get billed with no sk** then return it to sender And get ropin' back up the peak An elevated position, an alicorn on the mic, up is the only direction A brony musician, along with some born of the like, touching the pony perfection Taking the sound, shaking it 'round, breaking it down To better every single wavelength You can't tap the pinnacle if'n you're scrappin' to push it But finna pull out to save strength Everypony embodies a party like our Pinkie Pie But one can still craft a surprise After the highs and the lows when the pies have been thrown One can still make some mo' and the laughter's the prize Zooming, rainbooming for ponies to see, keeping tight in every movement Steeping hype in heat of the beats of the right type But you've got to keep up in improvement [Verse 3: Rhyme Flow] Look, you want to rap fast, fine; you want to scrap, that's fine You want to dub-step flow over trap, well, listen, that's fine You can do what you want but it's on you to constantly conquer your Thoughts in time And I've often defined that if I had a dime for the lost, then the Cost would climb But I've been in a bind where I find that my mind thinks I can't rhyme But that's fine to me, cause when I'm faced with a limit Then it's time to break free Time to take these chains, struggle and shake so I can make these gains And I take these things in account to make me Invade in your space like an NFL safety Intercepting thoughts then I send deception directly on 'Til you think it was you who had set me off When it fact it was me with inception on Then take caution, take all of these off-set concepts off and toss 'em And now be the boss of your own consequence Hot spit raw far beyond exhaustion [Verse 4: Ibeabronyrapper] Started as the underdog, bringing it harder and hotter and no one could Ever match it flew off the beat can't catch it Had no flow, now they know, that had been a proto-me A Proto-man, a prototype; born to fight so roll the dice Not a clone of Hopsin cause I know that I'm not sick It's nonsense gauging hotness by sub counts and gossip You don't know what hip-hop is, nothing but a little kid Who sits and spits just to lift hide behind your wickedness Really now it's getting old acting like you pro Have a seat and step off bro, really now a soul so cold? Now it's time I kick it up pedal to the metal for the gold medal Meddle with the way you movin', there's Room for Improvement