9 I got plenty of hors doeuvres and spoons in plastic cupboards perched in front at your convenience control your seeds like switches on a Sega and operate will deft flavor my options are never finite or glossy matted in the zone like the twilight Sick with it, the way I rock microphones I should be on tour and ONE shake the MC to put some ass on the floor For talking nice, you not ready for the toilet paper Use baby wipes, I roll crazy dice with the MIC I turn the dazed in to knights Punchlines are for the pugnacious Narcissism means your loquacious unless you can hold it down fully get into more fights than the school yard bully If the beat drops Im going to truly stay grooving start a new movement by directing heat; for centuries people have been tuned-in climbing to the highest summit control the grams by remote showing those who run it too far and from it, I travel, burn rubber to gravel, and if you act shallow- I command imitators to stand in open water; not to say the armed forces not cheap, it’s all about car balling check my level and prowess when I cough on this beat shriek, smooth, and swift when I spit, my flows uplift. -OJA
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 16:03:48 +0000