my rhapsodic compositions are iconic, call me tha 16 bar pontiff, my phonics lace philharmonics with ultrasonic thoughts that could be heard like my typewriter’s font, I drop tha gauntlet ‘n’ rape earsockets / I’m peers with Mephistopheles ‘n’ rock knockin’ tha LA metropolis ominous, you know my thought waves are prominent / when I get out tha pen I’m gonna date 1 of Obama’s kids ‘n’ probably rob tha bitch, old habits are hard to break / I blow trees on Arbor Day, I’m Ivy League, I do things tha Harvard way, change the artistry / there’s none as hard as me, keep your distance at least an arm’s length, I could tell you my life story ‘n play with your heartstrings / I keep 3 grams ‘n’ a Glock under a baby carseat, flocks gather round like Star Wars pt III / my voice is a snake charmer, involved in more dirt than gardeners, I grow like farmers ‘n’ only have harsh words…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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