Total disasta, the broadcasta masta blast ya As tha tempo grows fasta Sparks shoot out from my mic when my rhyme ignite Sometimes the words I write put in flight Rappers evaporate to vapor I drop science on paper and then build a skyscraper When I die scientists will observe my brain Donate it to science, the answer be unexplained What is wrong as I inhale and exhale I challenge the next female or the next male
Posted on: Thu, 08 Jan 2015 19:52:59 +0000