‘#NOTICE (FreetheStyle REBOOT #6)’ Quite versatile, but narrowed down the rhyme style Laser-focused on them lines that'll make ya' mind smile Hard-hittin', send shivers, a chill that make ya' spine growl {-} I always keep it movin' like a time trial No question, on my letters like a CAPTCHA Waitin' for that moment I can capture Caught up in them raptures, happy tears an' laughter Buildin' up resolve for the pain that come after 'Cause after? –Has never ever been a happily, gradually Skeletons, they be comin' after me, grabbin' me Distal phalanges be sharp, heavy slashin' me A sordid past an' I'm bound to be a casualty Ever since my nascency, it's been hell On this celestial sphere, just a vessel in fear Tribulations got my soul in a state of atrophy Can't grasp the gravitas? Then ya' dome's a cavity {-} Middle finger to ya' life, crush the chastity belt It's on once I brainstorm, PRIZZY rampantly pelts Polar caps in my kitchen, niggaz rapidly melt I want the whole world, baby, not just nationally felt Comin'— for all mine, my due ain't just due time Debut for the foolish minds, achin' for dude's decline Aim for the moon then shine, hit the backdrop wit' a solar flare My enemies didn't come to stay, but I'ma hold 'em there Don't give a fuck where you happen to rate me It is— duly noted if you happen to hate me Half-asses wanna bound me up an' duct tape me Walkin' nine milli Jericho wit' the broken safety {-} Bein' beast just all in my nature It's a lie if I ever said it ain't for the paper Work hard an' excel, press on through it all Took some L's, but them lessons are– all I recall {–} Now I'm puttin' 'em all– on notice Set up– an' meet quotas, killin' wit' many motives Years passed, now older wit' wisdom of ten Yodas Many that pen bogus, claimin' they pen coldest Niggaz real bold nowadays, lean on 'em like italicized Ain't livin' up, don't give 'em alibis Fuck writin' a rap, gimme my apple pie {-} Quarter pounder wit' cheese, plus a sack of fries {-} Sadsack of lies, niggaz that back you are blind Back to the back of the line, gimme ya' stacks an' ya' shine Back to them nicks an' them dimes– you was pushin' on the corner Six seconds away from a goner Loner, all on a course to live lavish That allure, make me come out in force– to establish A empire; see me gettin' close? Feel brackish Fools get exposed, turn bitter like horseradish