He got that dilla vibe, soul thrilla ride, instruments Bringin yall on his enterprise, youll be surprised if u been deprived Rhythm comprised of vibrations of the illest kind They call him God-zilla the way he turnin ya citys tide Head for the wata when listenin himma bring the oppo- site of slaughter but still it can alter how all of ya feel inside Ur talkin to the monster that aint locked like ness unless u try to put a box on his fresh, but regardless its not gone block it, its just a test, but even through duress I still prove the best, from Vancouver to Budapest Ill continue to move the blessins handin em to ya with fluidness Or fluidity, wit no stupidity, yes its doofus-less In my vicinity, dont let foolishness try to undue this Next to my infinite nothin contrivin is illuminous Your city isnt ready for what a mental elephant about to do with this His heavy matter is shatterin true subjects Cuz I said it before, in the booth I battle with truth and nothing less So if you arent impressed, I do suggest you prove ur disgust in this Because the proof is in the puddin, when ur munchin this Of course unless discussion ends in chucklin but just as jest Often holds a grain of truth, so can explanation So you ought to use ur tongue for inspiration, just so theres some justice left
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 03:37:49 +0000
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