'This one is a little personal'

Great! Fuck your personality 

Soft lips talkin' shit

End all banalities

You just a mortal

Normal

Come face the fatality

"The end is near!"

Homie, it's so much I could do within a year

But if you're 'bout race off the nearest cliff

I'ma speak all smooth in your lady's ear

Then whisper in her lips 

She act like it's a twister in her jeans

She has two tops for hips

I'll make her mind spin

This is a written freestyle that looks up to my better shit

These are a couple letters; Next to the sentences.

Zero defensmanship 

One goal

Win

Find time for getting up real high with my homies that don't exist and fold up paper plans

If you don't like it

That's a damn shame, but it ain't personal

Bang!