Curvy, blond, and funny yeah, surely they got their merits
My types more like street tags and san-serif
Different strokes indifferent though, I'm sure you get it
You got a type too, like when your angry on reddit
Its been awhile since I've ever been writing bars
I now type it, bro, times changed, we’ve come so far
My rhyme tighter, the typerider, so seen ain't ghosting bruh
No guns but still burning bright I'm shooting stars
I do music, like girls take it, right to the bass
Success is only temporary, so savor the taste
You rappers spitting toilet songs now that just a waste
The bad exist with good and nothings ever gonna change
You're the type that's only chasing for the hype
I’m the type chase the doctors for something prescribed
You’re the type to wait for someone else to come and give you stripes
While my words show up on the screen i guess i gotta type
I shout so loud, hoping, I'll be seen
Its worst when theirs ghost in the machine
I pen my feelings just to feel alive
Just justify the beast inside
I tend to right my writes, its like
Guys only want one thing and its sick
But its sick when you get approved and shits legit
I don't wanna be real for a bit
If being real just means being a dick
Don’t act like you never seen a chinese rapper
With the snap back to the back the
And Raps vernacular
The Jin hackman that's been packing, the spectacular
Punch lines send you back to the manufacturer
Yes I'm short, small, i should fucking die
Got short fuse too i won't deny
But you love shortcuts, and i wonder why
Being great is in such short supply
I guess i got a type, key bind, just rhyme
Second nature like you following me behind
I guess i gotta right, your cheek, left side
Kita boleh settle kat padang tonight
I shout so loud, hoping, I'll be seen
Its worst when theirs ghost in the machine
I pen my feelings just to feel alive
Just justify the beast inside
I tend to right my writes, its like
Hope this letter reaches you well
But I can't tell
That's all I got to say today
Yours truly Emcee Wey