Until my medular splits / im out hunting every producer whose filling Godly im nailing his beats on a crucifix / watch me let loose of this lyrical monsters ,whose in it for the physical torture , whose skill is so proper ,it makes him fill as if his an author , whose built like a rock star ,who lately killed all his stalkers, right before he went en screwd some chicks / a lyrical doctor , whose sipping on vodka,whose healing the sick with his biblical sculptures,yeah ! The truth is this / To put a beast like me in a cadge u need some serious bars / u need to think like a criminal does / 300 personalities in one body an the city is ours / so amplified like systems fitted in cars / See my style is hella proper / en im so compelled to rockya / then I will drop ya / coming at them niggaz at a supper speed of a helicopter / then quickly turn around en just gladly torture / all of them record companies tell them niggaz make me offers/ DRUGZ300!!!!
Posted on: Fri, 03 Oct 2014 07:06:15 +0000