Flow controlling, lets give em a dosage. About 10 CCs of salivation and quotes, injected straight from my throat. Hows the patience you boast? Can you sit with yourself til your bodys mistaken for ghost? Raw dopeness is the spectrum of the lyrical force. A miracle born in the wilderness, collective perspective in retrospective display the creators nature as a lyricist. Descriptive intentions in deceptive dimensions, thats why you cant grasp a single thing that I mention! I grew a unique brain inside a unique frame, with an experience that mirrors it, truly as change everlasting, never has been the same...(but aint that the same?) I plead the fifth for my protection, squeeze a clip for the same. Sip a fifth to ease the pain, plus take a hit from a J. Im so twisted, insane, its like my middle names Hussein. Whos game is it, anyway, with red lines drawn? You aint Putin me over, you wont pass the baton. So, Im smashin a song, with my rap style as strong as bars of iron that shackle your arms. You are trapped inside my U-N-I-Verse matrix. The fluid work causes the amniotic sac to burst... This is the birth of body decomposition. If you really wanna challenge me you need stronger writtens or to spit a written from a freestyle position... *WIP*
Posted on: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 08:23:41 +0000
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