afterword
Afterword disperse, diverse, blurts, to quench the thirst, of hip-hop experts/
Minus exerts from anything you ever heard or saw I was birthed with a curse to divert niggas attention Niggas keep tuning in to listen, b/c I’m like a militia, on a mission Without and intermission I can envision, like a television Until I can’t help but despensin, lyrical tension Like when your sentenced to prison, and your wife ran off with your pension It’ll make ya senseless/ and your flow is basic like a template I’m tempted to print this, relentless, vintage realness But people steal shit/ when dey feel shit/ so instead I conceal it Then reveal this/ your like my apprentice/ you’re my spittin image Ur living a lie like a politician/ polluted like a prostitute with syphilis While my volatile style is in contention, for the most creative ever written Taking your mind to the limit/ your head will bulge and start twitching My lyrics are so damn vivid/ in living color, like the Simpsons And when I’m dippin, spliff liftin I’m listening to common sense |
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