SELLING

You've been sinking, I've been sailing. I've been thinking, you've been failing. We started neck and neck, you've really started trailing. I'm throwing up obstacles, you have no hope of scaling. You've gotten quiet lately, I feel my ego swelling. How much bigger will it be in a year? There really ain't no telling. My swagger you just can't beat, Got an attitude that won't take quelling. If the rap game is a fucking pimp, then it's my ass that it's selling. I'm building a bright-ass future, while in the past you're dwelling. You seem not to know that I'm winning, I find this thought compelling. I can keep their attention, my raps and rhymes are exceling. The only thing entertaining about you, is your clothes and misspelling. I came in and stole the game, swooped in like I was rappelling. You didn't see me, I was too covert, now it's you that I'm outselling. Nobody buys your lies, your boasting and story-telling. Stop trying to trick the audience, man you're really overselling. That's not rapping man, That's just fucking yelling. Come to me for some tips, when you finally wanna start selling. ©rachelezell27