witty with tha wordplay, subvert tha cities with my urbane flow like grade “A” blow that cakes tha rim of your nose / I been sick since tha genesis of the United States’ segregation from tha British kids / I talk shock like Howard Stern on Ritalin, tha God on terra firma like tha RZA ‘n’ them / malitov thoughts burn slow from L.A. barrios back to boroughs / I burgle neurals, Africoid to Euro, fuck tha world like buxom girls that’s voluptuous that’s thick in tha thighs, pull out, turn her around ‘n’ bust gizm in her eyes / but still you can’t see me, so much smoke in tha tee pee from me ‘n’ my folk smokin’ tha green leaf / I streetsweep any MC, believe me, you ain’t gotta be from a ghetto to be ghetto / say hello to my little friend, tha lead goes in thru your throat, ya shoulda thought yo before you fucken’ spoke…
Last edited by Twisted Science; 10-29-2012 at 01:50 PM.
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