Poetry

Im tight, Im always right
I don’t care what you think
Did I stutter or Blink
I laugh at you wannabe’s
My style is un heard of, you can’t compete
Ask questions you get swept off to retreat
A wolf gonna howl, a wolf aint gonna forget
Unless you give in, to the fear
All my words come together invasive
The tongue is deadly with a hell of a speech
You aint grown yet, you kinda young
That won’t stop my Rapha
Watch your head, Im ready to hunt
The month is still early, you got time to run
I laugh at you, cause you a wannabe
Trying  to imitate me