On The 9th Nine Leaves

[Verse 1: Isaac Pineda]
The sweat dripping down my eyes
I try to disguise
The fear and fatigue
Broadcasting in the vision of eyes
The straining of thighs
The losing of lives
In this lyrical battle my opposite cries
When they try to deny
A flawless victory on the day of the 9th
My trumpets don’t fade
Energy increases with my vocal grenades
I was talked about before I was made
As the terror unleashing the ending of days
In the form of a lyrical plague
But yet I stay underrated
I’m a native with the lack of creative
Skills and potential was the words that were stated
Independent nigga please decelerate it
Have your head spinning ‘cause I fucking made it
And now you hate it
But now’s your chance
Opportunity knocks
So let’s dance
You couldn’t see me with a glance
In a vocal war ain’t no need for your hands
Victory can only enhance
The power of man
The fearless shall stand
And the weaker shall fall
You need to think before you stall
Death usually brings
Sobbing all those un-regular things
Let’s have a moment of silence
While your angel should sing