I use my lines to get mines, find a chick thats so fine... That she hurt em with kisses, like I kill em with rhymes... Check my verbal dimension, rubrics cube In my prime... They might learn If they listen, or just stay dumb cause of pride... I spit these words like religion, they wishing I stayed retired... I sat back & I listened, & at some point I got tired... Sacrifices I witnessed, all the homies that died... Entertainment Is one thing, but what they spitten Is lies... Easily take the title, so just Imagine If I tried... Just let me enter your mental, Ill split that b*tch open wide... That head got big like a pumpkin, I turn It to nigga pie... Smell these rocks that Im cookiin, Ill chef me up a few rides... Fettuccine a chain, get just a glimpse & you blind... And thats just so you can kbow that, with just my wordage I shine... Future fatal fatalities, once Im finish you fried... Severely sever your cavalry, behead your lyrical mind... #Bandz (Im going back to sleep.)
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 10:38:45 +0000
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