keHill - Lyricist MC/Rapper

Is your rapping original, or the stacking of syllables
Are your tracks filled with quotes, that impact, n last in ya dome
Admit it bro, it’s a no. jack that little flow
From your favourite rappers, don’t act like you didn’t know
Subconsciously I haunt MC’s,
You suck so stick to your got a bong n weed
Honestly, I cannot believe,
How many wack motherfuckers, hop on a beat
Think they flow so heat, control no streets
Sell some O's now they all so G
No Poet, just PO' ETs,
Grab your phone n go home, like you got NO ID
Spittin me a simple similie "I'm cold as ICE"
It's alright if your a "foreigner" but holy christ
I’m sorta embarassed ya in your north america
I want to find where you record n bury ya

Would spare ya but I got no choice
Punks like you are the reason, we’ve almost lost our voice
what's next? world obsessed, with drugs sex n dubstep
No lyrics, everyones become deaf,

nobody wants to hear it
There’s no love left!,
Just want sex, so you better undress for success

No offense but I laugh when I see this shit...

i'm seeing sluts
Calling other sluts, sluts,
It seems sluts are all brother fucks
Bust a nut like squirrels
Then split the woman from girls
The ones that let u in quick aren't genuine
I'm a gentleman, but i'm still a man
She blows on my head like a ceiling fan
LOVE tits, love ass, n when a pussy is wet
I'mma hit it so hard she will never forget
LOVE tits, love ass, n when a pussy is wet
I'mma hit it so hard she will never forget
You know i'm Illl with a funky feel
K Hill, loves to get drunk n chill
Look at my eyes ,i'm super blunted
Double fistin free beers, I'm being cougar hunted
VANCOUVER

LETS GET ILL SCRATCH

Ill do what I got to do to reach the top
Put the pressure on, the bleeding stops
I can’t sleep, gotta keep busy lots
of work to do, I’ll run shit, won’t even walk
With my mind clear, I won’t hear the demons talk
I’m a lone wolf, creepin, eatin sheeps in flocks
Don’t piss me off, I’ve been on the edge
Often stressed, luckily I write songs to vent
I admit, there were times where I wanna quit
But I know I rap tigher than a condom fits
You alcoholic kids, still talking shit
I hope you walk n slip, in the spot you vommited
Don’t take my kindness 4 weakeness I’m not a bitch
I stand by my word, your balls get dropped n kicked
God has stripped my ego, but i’m confident
No amount of profit, will make this prophet switch
Even if I’m stuck in a pit which is bottomless
I’ll muster the strength, to catch up like condiments
You can’t stop me, only I hold that privilage
I’m going global from districts, without selling my soul to riches
BITCHES