raPer Mc bob I remember when my soul, hoes and dough was missin when i went to all the shows yo my bros are pitchin never meant to blow my goal so its motor spittin and when i enter all of my flows Im so in pole position I promise, to be the best to mom ya us through get up at the dawn let tech spew flip it like an omelette ever since the calm bet you tech aint made you yawn yet All signed checks in my pocket are the color of pawn shrek The industry never passed the baton guess I grabbed it if its beyond us even so I get the gauntlet This music shit was enough to make me vomit but I kept you all astonished make way for the KC comet Now Im winning Im more sarcastic than Vince Vaughn yeah Honestly when I walk in I come off like bomb threats Cause them dont want tech to go straight non vet Throw on jets and get all the way to this land that was promised
Posted on: Sat, 08 Feb 2014 14:13:07 +0000
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