Mic Smith secret societies got they eyes on me cause my dna keeps them at bay this one might be the savior of the race every obsticle they put in place gets hurdled through outer space and i keep pace this cat evan rhymes twice to everyone of mine shits so divine got me sippin red wine like alexander the great all my wounds are on my front cause i run to the front and never retreat a person i needed to re meet get my head out the streets and back to gods peace in my mind inner time travel i stay suspended and age is nothin to the spirit i flow on skin golden and wrinkles cant find a place i crush giza bricks like father time in the blink of an eye with magic tricks rhymes and step up to take my place who will follow a general thats never been in the heat of battle who will scatter the cattle and let them rome free to graze on the earths bounty rip down fences and defences that are really for coveting i will its been written lets bring it to fruition and start this golden age of peace i walk and miss my wings i sing
Posted on: Fri, 12 Jul 2013 07:24:16 +0000
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