Last night, I took a trip down to Crown Heights Fast life, females are trife, stay tight I detect that parasite, satellite RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped, come to do shows My slang sound write secretary type Backflip on the mic, Im the poor black man Workin hard for the grand, I understand clear Dont fear, peep my new gear its different from yours My style drop like drawers, you see me on tours Dont you wait to say peace, the kid from the street Put my technology on the track, just then the core attack Wu article, Cappa, five, CD attack But my talk stage live killa beehive Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts Bring the gold dangle, never make me throw darts Check out my arts, when I release my smarts Hot like Pop Tarts, aim me at the charts.!
Posted on: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 09:19:46 +0000