Shadowboxing

Intro:

Darsh, what up?

My real spitters, what up?

Verse 1: UraelB

I shadow box wit precision

Cause I'm my only competition

Concern myself wit others?

That ain’t the method for better living

You wanna spar? We can spar

Just ask for my permission

But don't be ashamed getting dropped

Like beautiful women...

When they entertain you dudes

With 0 intentions

Never pretentious

And doing all this shit for the mentions

Just here to show you

I reside in many dimensions

Put em all on one accord

I am the extension

I'll get ya power stripped

Black ya out like outages

Exposing all ya cowardice

Just to show you what power is

Peep how my prowess is

My whole life full a calluses

DemiGod on his job

Working till I run outta shit

Just throwing jabs that’s how I dip and dab

Don't need to dip and dab

To black when I spit on wax

My punches pack

Ain't ever a moment when I slack

Get ya shit rocked thinking I'm a sap

These are the facts

(Got Damn)

I got the formula like Similac

(What else?)

Shit sounded like I invented rap

(What else?)

Flowin effortless on every track

(What else?)

Won't force it I can't be drinking tap

Ya know this alkaline is where it's at

Not many men can take it to the max

Wanna contend but they can't match

Let’s rap

Hook: (UraelB)

*Shadowboxing*

*Shadowboxing*

(Hip-Hop!)

*Shadowboxing*

(One time for ya mind!)

*Shadowboxing*

*Shadowboxing*

(Aye yo, Darsh)

(Let me get serious on this verse)

*Shadowboxing*

(Let me talk to em)

*Shadowboxing*

(Yo, Yo, Yo)

*Shadowboxing*

Verse 2:

Gotta get up get out and get something

Ain’t met a rapper yet with out Rosa complex

Too busy frontin'

Tired of hearing people bussin’

(pew pew pew)

Videos with Mac rounds in they background

(doot, doot, doot)

Talking bout a bunch a nothin'

Same ones gunning they brothers down

Gettin head hunted

Playing on the special teams

These lives gettin punted

Can't be returned, that ships already sunken

No chance for a touchdown

Forever above ground

With people they love now

They rap it so easily, that shit blow my mind

No pun intended for the scheme

I don't get how it binds

Saying fuck a 9 to 5, you got too much pride

But working 9 to 5 out here takin lives

Make the oppressors job easy

Kill ya own kind

They slap it right in ya face

When you complain and whine

About the cops killing us

But y’all make it just fine

Let's call a spade a spade

Both of them shits a crime

Slave and master work together

For some more time

Part of this mentality

In my blood line

Seem like this shit won't ever end

I wanna press rewind

Go back to when we were unified

Way before Jesus was crucified

He exemplified, both you and I

I shadow box so we don't have to scrap

Let's rap