Closing In

Verse 1:

Now let me directly, dive into the verse

The way the games driven me, is like a curse

Either you side with me, or get off of my turf

You try to convince me to quit, time to converse

I'm closing in on "The Beginning" mixtape

Try to tell me I'm wack, cover you in a drape

I plan to completely take my raps and reshape

For the next album, bitch I won't give you a sneak taste

Let me just say, It's going to be all about me

But let me tell you this, the shit won't be three

Songs short it'll be the regular twenty

The intro and the outro and twenty tracks to release

So far I have been the diamond in the dirt

Ain't makin' it big or promotin' concerts

Stayin' underground till I completely reassert

Improving the raps I got so far, it won't hurt

The way I've been rhyming lately

I plan to make my raps much better, greatly

No need to make the album sedately

Like this one, debut mixtape tape, lazy

The way my rhymes have improved the last little bit

Have me looking at my old work and going, shit

But I think I missed the mark on the hit

It seemed a lot of the raps were missing the grit

I didn't though, necessarily accomplish

I am being completely honest

I ain't makin' these raps go out the hardest

I want this to be just a small market harvest

The raps weren't in the lab for months

A lot less then that, I made it quite dunce

Rarely, well not even once I spent a month on one

I felt extremely dumb from this once

Chorus:

We're-Closing-In

Appear-Composing-Within

We're-Closing-In

Smear-Decomposing-Sins

We're-Closing-In

Endear-Deposing-Chagrins

We're-Closing-In

X5

Verse 2:

Alright verse number two is up next

These raps are makin' you perplexed

They're just honestly, to complexed

You just seem much to vexed

Holy shit, enough with the unneeded stress

Imma corner your ass, just like in chess

Honestly I don't know now, my minds just so messed

I feel like I am under a barrage but also blessed

I can't wait to jump your ass, just like the playground brat

I've been after that since I started to rap

I click clack these rap facts, and wait to attack

When I tap into the mind of Insanity, Imma slam your ass

It's like my very own, alter ego

He's not going to have "No Complex" Chino

He has as much audacity as K-Rino

Takin' these raps apart like a mini lego

Insanity attacks these fake ass rappers with a passion

Corner em quickly and give em' an ass paddling

Send all of these assholes around like they grapplin'

You'll need to remove pain, acetoxybenzoic acid, aspirin

Closing in is the third last track

I dare you to try to say this songs wack

Best I have made for the last little bit

Best put together, obviously no fucking question

But a question I have been figuring on asking

Is how all these assholes have been passing

Off as dope rappers, when they tackling

The embarrassing topics of the "ultimate" rapping

But I have addressed that god damn topic

Far to many damn times, myopic

The talent in nearly fucking microscopic

But onto the fact, I'm closing in, awesome