Short Freestyle

They said hip-hop was gone, everybody mourned
I'll pick it up from where it left off and respawn
It's like it'll be reborn, replenish any torn
Remove any thorn and produce my clone
Remove autotune and remove monotone
That includes Lil Wayne, the game's in pain
Not 'cause of 50 Cent, he's just money insane
Shit's a neurotoxin and killin' off my brain
Like Tinchy Stryder said, I got to let it rain
Maybe the run-off with deplete fakes on the train
The music industry's in a coma, needs reviving
Underground rap is the only thing surviving
Too bad it isn't lucrative and thriving
Doesn't matter even in you're tatted on your face
To appeal to look real when half you are fake
Blown away more minds than candles on my cake
More cash on DJ decks than Charlie Seen's stake
So what I'm poor, prefer Maccy Ds over Caviar taste
Spreadin' my rhymes over bread like Nutella paste
I’m a young icon in the making, destined for greatness
You just don't know it, don't have the faintest
I'm an artist like Pablo Picasso, motherfucking paintest
I keep shop floors ricket and rancid
And those death threat calls, I never answered
'Cause I was too busy making moves up in Hampstead
For all the female attention, no time to be Romeo
I love the ladies but success is a lonely road
Need to make these tapes and get them sold
No time for fancy cars, mansions and wearin' gold
I need to strive to make the world a better place
Record rap tunes which set the pace for the ultimate race
To stop racists makin' a disgrace to the human race