I’m fiendish for tha CREAM like Medeline regimests, no where near completion according to tha plea’s agreement, what a waste of my genius / I beast tha pen in tha pen while these femcees sing like Sheena Easton, pop culture keeps them commercial / unfurl my thoughtwaves from discs back to cassette tapes, I shift tectonic plates ‘n’ empty 30 tapes, round clips in your fuckin’ face / ruckus is what I create, I fiend for tha ‘90s ‘n’ wish every White dimepiece had ass like Kim Kardashian / pay me for my verse in Euros, my braggadosh backhands you swag scallywags right in tha Goddamn throat / so what I blow coke? I also like to put dope up my nose / I wrote this rhyme, slayed tha raven then killed tha crow / every chance I get, I burn coal ‘n’ script rhymes on tha back of ransom notes / I held tha phantom hostage ‘n’ taught him real Hip Hop yo / put tha Glock I tote to his nostril ‘n’ inquired if he wanted to apostle an actual rap show / I’m nuttier than pistachios ‘n’ bag more fat assed hoes than Leonardo DiCaprio / I’m blatantly flavorful like I got extra taste buds, I blaze buds raised from tha field traded for paystubs…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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