My rapping skills are addictive like crack in pills, scandalous and attacking till we slander this massive gill, the breathing tactical, hands that thrust us though the damaged hills in lands of killed men by our own hand, we manage this regiment, then send em in just like when we rip up the mic with language with active adjectives to slam into passive objective, using magic tools and tactics drop em off as tick tap packets refreshing up ya breath, stressing before ya kiss if shes gonna smell the cannabis of your lips or ciggies we all hit, scoring randoms as if we were magnets to tangents and benders party animals never end this read this and getta blitz of ideas if u get it then why care about people dying in this own pity, sympathy is like petty thief, its rarely snapped on the cameras ahead.
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 21:38:35 +0000
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