Following the advice of a rhyming board owner who liked my freestyles, I have written my first amateur song…Unfortunately I don’t make music, so there is no music to go with:(
It is called “Fighting Girl”. Here we go:
Yo, Im a fighting girl
Some call me I.S.A cuz I Spit It All
Leaving my worst enemy in a cemetery rather than in an hospital
Some know me as Marshallengraved, nickname that is Em-powered
I might be a chick, my words will leave you sick
On my enemies I always pick, punching within a day more than one prick
You just can resist to my strong fist
Im a bad blood spiller, word killer
Each word I spit is a grenade set up to kill ya renegade
Im pumping my fist, Im slitting your goddamn wrist
Man, youre already on my bad list
Dont approach, youll be erased like a cockroach
Baby, you might find out Im worst than Slim Shady
But its just me, homie!
You can look at my D12 chain like you had no brain and stare
I just dont care
When you diss me , you gotta stay fair
Cuz Im a scary assailant, sometimes Im so creepy
Words I do combine, always ready to refine my last line
Thats why you find it so divine and swallow it like white whine,
My wordplay is a swordplay, each sentence I display will hit its target
Battling Marshallengraved is a greater show than Macbeth
Ill take your last breath and sentence you to death.
Want an inventory of my story? Dude, Im not looking for glory
Im fighting for more recognition, finding a way to get out of my condition,
To live out my passion , I dont rap for fashion,
Writing my articles defending Em who saved me, called it my mission
Sorry if you have no compassion for the music I call my passion
Dont make no wrong supposition, I got munition
Dont talk about my skin condition -yea Im white- still, I can write something tight, so what?
I spit faster than light speed, I can make you bleed
Now we can proceed, fall on your knees and plead
Each of my sentences is an astute chemical composition
That works for your demolition
I can get your heart split, can you hear the explosion
Consequence of a word nuclear fission?
I got skills, youre unable to count my many kills.
Lyrical bullets will blast, how many of you have passed (away)?
Ill make you feel harassed by my bomb blast
Itll put you whackies in contrast
Harassed, unsurpassed, this breath was your last! Good.
I dont care if Im misunderstood Im an eliminator, mankind hater
Youre just a goddamn spectator, Im the worst abnegator with the sharp teeth of an alligator
Keep staying in your bumbledom, anyway youll never reach stardom
Who cares about your partis pris , between you and me a huge abyss
My rhyme crimes sugar lines are like a candy kiss
You mouth is full of them, you cant empty it and the taste fully persists.
My writing is my fighting, sometimes my sentences can be biting
No matter if you look at them as if they were suspect, I dont need your respect
As long as my words my integrity and passion do reflect.