Maskers the name

Maskers the name, 

irony’s the game, 

cos I’m not what it says when you search my name,

a masquerade, 

this games so old to me its starting to fray,

I’ve ripped it, torn it apart, gone, like yesterday,

welcome to the hall of fame,

every frame,

filled with an image to invisage,set your heart aflame, 

your mind I’ve changed,

from hating to celebrating when a posts been made, 

our words will never fade, 

watch Snizzy as he takes it away, breathtaking,

as we work together we making co-operation,

to work out our bars you’ll need an investigation,

 so stop the hating,

if you don’t like it then stop fixating,

ill rough you up more than your rocky rapping foundations, 

how can you spit with no participation, 

so give us some respect, a bit of admiration,

or isolate yourself from me like an evacuation, 

give me a mic ill make an installation, 

to update the speaker sound cos this is a transformation.