A recital and cypher owner.. King's a lyrical rapist
Im like tryin to find a corner in spherical mazes
An illusionist payin dues thru the fusion of phrases
Another dead on the news.. with no clues 'n no traces
Kid ill stomp you until the sky aint as blue as ya face is
I'll stomp you until my boots rippin loose at the laces
so hold up ima blaze this ... these victems is seen later
Need to raise three acres of green vapor
when reading thru King's papers.. mean flavors
Skywalking with green sabres.. weeks later
i seemed to achieve greater.. mindstates
then i realized how many live's rhyme takes
im designed to define great .. spine shank
any rappers to climb ranks ..ya die a loner
Im like OJ on a mic witta knife n sum isotoners
its ok that im white 'n high til my life is over
Last edited by ArcherPriest; 02-11-2008 at 11:58 AM.
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