Los niños del final.. Yo, microphone check one, two, what is this? The five foot assassin with the roughneck business I float like gravity, never had a cavity Got more rhymes than the Winans got family No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame No shame in my game cause Ill always be the same Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have You wanna diss the Phifer but you still dont know the half I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path Mess around with this you catch a size eight up your {ass} I never half step cause Im not a half stepper Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper Refuse to compete with BS competition Your name aint Special Ed so wont you seckle with the mission I never walk the street thinking its all about me Even though deep in my heart, it really could be I just try my best to like go all out Some might even say yo shorty black youre buggin out Zulu Nation, brothers last creation Minds get flooded, ejaculation Right on the two inch tape The Abstract poet incognito, runs the cape Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse To get my point across, so bust, the floss As I go in between, the grit and the dirt Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm As I crack the, monotone Children of the jazz so, get your own Smokin R&B cause they try to do me Or the best of the pack but they cant do rap For its Abstract, original You cant get your own and thats, pitiful I know Id be the man if I cold yanked the plug On R&B, but I cant and thats bugged Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out youre buggin out https://youtube/watch?v=irbKBlcw3gw
Posted on: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 20:08:51 +0000
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