Juan Lopez (Bass The Beast)

How to Be a Savage

The Greatness of the Savage: The Lion is Bold, The Wolf has sharp fangs, Bears; Devour their prey, Words Annihilate, Exterminate, Shadows have quick legs, The Freedom fighters, Martin Luther king, Appreciate creativity, The Prophet, Moses’s Beard, Lyrical Rappers, and Tupac

The Variety of Cowards, KKK Members, The White hoodies of Ignorance, Mumble Rap, 9-1-1 traitors, The 1% of percent who bribed the 9-1-1 Traitors, False accusers, Trump Supporters that embrace hate, The one Judah at the last supper, The pigs who kill minorities with two week paid suspension, Donald Trump

Those who lack awareness: People who are predictable, Eye Judgers, Pokémon Go players, Soar winners, Cyborgs, Haters, Republicans, Fox 5, Lil Yachty

A Better Human Focus on The Destruction of dependence

I denounce those who are unaware of the oppression inflicted on them and by the discrediting interior force. For all of them were brainwashed by there slave-masters with false insidious accusations, For inside them are spiders, leeches, and the motherboards of demons. What is advertised are lies, snakes offended by the brutally honest angels, Defiant are the adolescence youth from the chains of the tyrants. All the wicked schemes of the demons will decay in the ashes, The iron fist of the almighty creator will crush and annihilate our enemies, and to preserve The Human race, Unleashing the heavenly savage to impale the serpent and travel to a future home in a stealthy plot, The demons will swim in the fiery lake as the children of God blast off and escape.
-Juan Lopez (Bass The Beast)

Making it flow

Where is my mind, I can't recognize myself, I'm a stranger to my galaxy, I'm the master of stealth, I'm Completely Dead inside but come alive on these pages, Oppression can't restrain me I'm too creative, Now I can break out of cages, I use My pencil like a nuke, I shatter hearts and I make demons puke, Ducking the world with spins, hurdles and jukes, I'm complex with my rhymes, I'm Misunderstood A computers can't compute, I'm anti-social everyday I pretend I'm mute, I can't silence the songs the play inside my head, They don't want to see me happy they would rather see dead, I make it flow, like boom I gotta blow, The Rap edgar ellen poe, with my words strike down foes, on the stage I go pyscho, unleash the fire in my soul destroy the competition, I'm heat vision my punchlines dissect more bodies than morticians, I came conquer hip hop from the audition, I had lose my mind, in order to gain this ambition.