Small Town Crew - 'L' Freestyle 2013 lyrics

"I can spit somethin', yeah, check it out, uh" - L [Verse: 'L'] Hip-Hop I pray that you will never die, hope the game will reside In my mind, hope the rhymes will divide; Into time and collide Multiply into poetic ma**es, forget the a**ets, project the tasks-which Upset the ba*tards, accept defeat until you master Your very self-will, I have great health but I'm still ill I will k**, if you don't acknowledge my real sk** Cause my lyrics are only sick-too if I'm pissed, then my clip-rules If it clicks; then I'll hit you, my sh** can spit too My perception is cla**, yet Im locked in detention, my verses plot an injection Until you spot my direction', my vision, my mission, so listen to why I am spittin' For the ghetto kids wishin' for a better world living' We need to stop hating, stop blaming, and stop taking From eachother, but the mind is a cold lover, so praying Is an old cover, we need to make change in; hear the words that im saying Put in work then be praised-and, develop control of rage; saving Yourself from the dead breath that influences the brain I solute my brain to defusing lame un-amusing plain, I'm accusing fakes Who will loose their breaks, when they refuse fate, using gains to excuse the hate But my music states that if you follow those that will take you In their state and they make you bring out the great you - believe in yourself and thank you When I rap i'm in my mind-zone, lost without a time-zone, Im-on With Coniyac; pa**ing the ladder we climb on - to Pandora - A new lyrical dimension Spiritual inception like a God' creating miracle conception My name is Logan and I spit mean, no bogus that I'm sixteen I just focus on my scope; blow-holes through-foes enclose and split spleen; don't diss me I'll hit squeeze, you'll feel the sting through my sharp tip, I couldn't miss bee's I'm about H to the O, R-S-E-S-H to the O - E gang We thank paper that shows, sk**s we thankful to know We in it and not even thinking of dough