Real Answer(verse 1)

I look out the window, scribbling lines with my pencil
Trying to get some fuckin ideas from the outside world
Stuck at home with no where else to go
I dun know, spitting out what I have to say in this rap solo
It’s just like I’m in this obstacle race where I’m the only contestant
Starting to get scared with this connection, leading to depression
Starting to feel difficulty in breathing, feeling the tension
Like my body hung up into the sky in suspension
Starting to lack oxygen, some one kill that guy in Washington
Creating all those fuckin chaos around the world
Killing innocent people, and he still wants another sequel
George Bush, one of many bitches that agree killing is legal
Bombing Iraq like we do in Battlefield, I don’t feel
Safe any more, one day I would get killed by American launch missiles
This bullshit is just a fiasco, and I’m sure each and everyone of you think so
Or else I wouldn’t be hearing all of these echoes
My thoughts are generic, just remember the name is MC MiKaL

lotta new cats up in here today

welcome to the realm

i like what u came with..this is a nice lil piece...kinda seems more like a rhyme than poetry but its still good...keep doing ya thang