Beat tomorrow

Just wrote this in my spare time... writing these things are really fun lol, tell me what you think


How’s it goin’?
Oh you know, just flowin…

To a sick a beat, it’s where I meet the other side of me
And it defeats the demons, like jekyll and hyde they see my dark side and flee
They run and hide but with this power behind me I’ll administer the lobotomy
They try to delete me, try to deceive and cleave the neighborhood and my mast
In two so they can renew the bad attitude sends us back to the past
But we will outlast and recast them, not lambast but blast their plaster cast
With rhymes on time that sting like lime and burn the grime from the mastermind’s mind.
These words are like worms, they dig into your brain able to entertain but still cut the strongest chains
Inside them contain a way to expand our domains, alone they seem plain,
But they lead to mind change, with them we can blind and rearrange
The game, the way it’s done, no longer living by the gun

We are the rising suns that dispel the night
We fight and rewrite the page riddled with age giving it life
Making goodnight America, seem gradually more bright

The past flows through my blood and soul but it does not control and dominate
Contaminate me and degrade me no, all the demons proliferate
And the beat baits them and brakes them, shapes them and negates them
And the ones who would seep the life from the weak
Are buried by the unique styling and technique
Crushed under the cleats of the beats, get bit by my beak
I’m not joking I’m not tokeing My mind is clean it’s mean and it’s obscene
I’m sixteen and my spits are like cuisine energizing like caffeine and wild like a wolverine
I’m the ghost that’s unseen and off the machine I will wean you, f*** the routine
I know you’re fed up, keep your head up, don’t let up
You’ve got the odds stacked up, but hey, don’t give it up

But hey I know how you feel, it’s hard to keep it real
When you might be lookin’ at you last meal
Hunger in your stomach forcing you to steal
Going against your goodwill, doing ill, poverty’s an ordeal
And it’s hard to heal, these unreal ideals and it’s hard to repeal,
The lifestyle that’s been here for years
And it’s hard growing up in a broken family
You’re father’s gone, not being the man he’s s’posed to be,
Lost somewhere in the penitentiary
I never thought that my child hood could be taken from me, so easily
Now that’s behind me, but the past will always try and find me
But if I keep flowing to the sick beat, and showing up at the university
Then the past will fade and it’ll be okay, let’s hope it turns out that way…

Nice rap. Your use of the English language is awesome: some of the words you use...
I also thought the rhymes were nice and good use of in rhymes and multis I also thought your flow was good. The only thing I could see to improve on was when you said "goodwill" I thought it'd flow a bit better just to use "will"
Anyway, as I said, good rap, loving it

I see u understood what multi's are.
Nice rap