no one move until 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

Nice shit man, good flows good lyrics A+. A bit all over the place but still.