If i lived in America i would have a shot at it, maby in the UK too
Australias scene is way to small for alternate hip hop, there is one guy called 13th Son who does it
he's been around for a while and is still pretty much unknown, tho he's had a lil bit of success
in Europe...So nha i dont think i would make enough money to survive if i did it cry

why not just make mixtapes and put out independant stuff, you don't have to be signed to rap.

heres the story of little eric

I hope that isnt a reference to Eboyd...?

lol i dont know yall like that to be callin yall out unless its in a battle

oh ok LMAO dont be scared to tho its not like we're gonna jump on ur back and harass u

Im not its just the respect factor. I dont start shit but better believe ill end it

why not just make mixtapes and put out independant stuff, you don't have to be signed to rap

My flows can be defined, in every word line and rhyme cause i make sense and other wana be mc’s are just not learning to put senses in line a constant reminder of who’s skills are legitimate and bootlegged i got crazy heart like iv been shot with ten thousand arrows from cupid never would i bother making club hits escribe my mixture of poetry and realness if you cant feel this, you dont know the meaning of lyrics bitch comprehend this you know my style stays rugged tremendous leave death defying lyrics in your mind killing your skills off like icy hot pistol whip with glock having no intention to stop cause your style is hilarious like fat albet sport muscle shirts when i call you out to battle, you better pull a double shift effort or get swarmed like your nectar, turning my intensity to shatter your density viciously compress your medulla oblongata to a microscopic extremity decrease your scapple nova caning of your thinking process infect your chest to the smell of radio active incense invent a style to a metamorphic like steven kings sleep walkers slicing off mc’s hand when they come to grab the mic like darth vader did luke skywalker switching up my style like a strategy game and crah your crew like a defaulted engine in a value jet plan infect your angle to a rusty wire cable to disable growth throw your bi-product body into quicksand in afghanistan detach your nucleus causing mutations, no respirations just radiations gamma rays paralysing brain waves to the core resiting metaphors using brute force shattering any of yours

cause i make sense and other wana be mc’s are just not learning to put senses in line
a constant reminder of who’s skills are legitimate and bootlegged
i got crazy heart like iv been shot with ten thousand arrows from cupid
never would i bother making club hits
escribe my mixture of poetry and realness
if you cant feel this, you dont know the meaning of lyrics bitch comprehend this
you know my style stays rugged tremendous
leave death defying lyrics in your mind killing your skills off like icy hot
pistol whip with glock having no intention to stop
cause your style is hilarious like fat albet sport muscle shirts
when i call you out to battle, you better pull a double shift effort
or get swarmed like your nectar, turning my intensity to shatter your density
viciously compress your medulla oblongata to a microscopic extremity
decrease your scapple nova caning of your thinking process
infect your chest to the smell of radio active incense
invent a style to a metamorphic like steven kings sleep walkers
slicing off mc’s hand when they come to grab the mic
like darth vader did luke skywalker
switching up my style like a strategy game and crash your crew like a defaulted engine in a value jet plan
infect your angle to a rusty wire cable to disable growth
throw your bi-product body into quicksand in afghanistan
detach your nucleus causing mutations, no respirations just radiations
gamma rays paralysing brain waves to the core
resiting metaphors using brute force shattering any of yours