sorry so long been writing for 2 days.

If you could give me the chance, I'll show that I'm worthy
So what, I dont play sports, but I own a few jerseys
Im sure I dont fit the image, but Im honest and real
and I can rap about a topic that alot of you feel
so if I have to stay for overtime, Im workin a sweat
I wont complain even if the pain is hurtin my neck
a born emcee, i'll write for free, forget servin a check
did my thing on xxl Ive paid my dues, deservin respect
ya see this job is so important, I've been standing in line
thinkin up some shit ta say cause you'll demand me to rhyme
I pondered many jobs and figured that maybe I could brick lay
My night job i'mma hustler, makin money the quick way
fourteen hour shifts, no sleep, forget to hit hay
music is the only job I'll never take a sick day
I give a 100 percent, till Im off of a shift
I'll never get hurt on the job, except too often Im sick
I'm always on time with the flow, cause Im prompt and Im quick
Ive done this on my own for years, an I aint stopped in a bit
and I can battle, where Im from we was boxin as kids
whatever spot we could rip, flows would drop from the lid
see I need me to be up in this game and I'll run it
if you'd believe me, I know it sounds insane but I want it
what you expect, Im taking steps for you to listen to me
I'm just an emcee, with many dreams, stuck spittin for free
but its aight, I'm prepared, got my lunch in a box
I could be in for work a.s.a.p, punchin tha clock
I aint the type that fronts to be somethin Im not
Im only straight forward cause I gotta hunch that Im hot
you want me or not, what you see is what your gonna get
my brains in action, the smart type, I think what I spit
the main attraction is that Im on the brink I could flip
the pains a fact son, but truth is.. dont think that I'll quit
if now's my opportunity, I best be seize'n the moment
money's not whats true to me, I just believe that its chosen
my life's in such a grasp, its cold, freezin and frozen
so I'm about to break the mold the agencies'll be holdin
cause aint nobody gonna hold me down from meetin my goals
when the time comes that you sell out, Ima reach for the gold
watchin loads of fake emcees sit and speak what they told
its like I never thought Id see the day that street shit gets old
but people just fold, grinnin and givin into an industry
representing these things that just glorify sin to me
its like they fail to recognize what we teachin these children
cause we gotta start a war when planes be reachin these buildings
so all I can do is be me, cause people busy flauntin hate
I wonder where this music's headed that the shit I contemplate
so where does an artist start, I should say for the love of it
but bein real's the hardest part, you reppin some other shit
your wallet, bank and cars are all a part of your status
and I aint even got upon the subject heart of what matters
so if it means I have to walk away, I know that I tried
although I gotta lot to say, can only hold it inside
knowing deep down this is real, because I rhyme for a reason
so natural. I never heard of someone dyin from breathin
no matter the time or the season, I'll prolly wait in the crowd
amongst the other people hungry, so if you hatin me now,
you can stay fake cause you proud, its like you sold to the devil
and this year, you can bet I'll be on a whole other level
so Ima end this now by sayin im a rapper that brings a new
style that needs to be heard even after this interview

when can I start? by the way my name is morpheus!

fuck is this shit! LMAO

*edit*OH NOW u put it in here!

ayo muderous. man whats good. i was wonderin how do i get the style of my thread titled still droppin into a battle. i mean what made that drop so ggod.

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... WHOA! Ho...How..... Nvm... God DAYUM... if i've ever seen anything ILL... dat is it ... !!

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that verse was ill as fuck