When i set to rhyme i feel angelic interfrence
so much so ma lines are becomin a point of reference
Y'all be gather round like dis was a holy ghost convention
cos y'all not redeemed from your lyrical hybernation
see, my line are solid like a house on da rock
wit tongue of fire im spittin just like it was penticost
i be da one who be spittin like da piercin' of sword
truly on course,dats y u see i shine so bright like day star
in dis lyrical household i remain a true winner
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