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fuck a title, my shits numbered from now on.
some people question, always assumin, just guessin as to why I throw down - intense as agression// the answer is simple, let me break it down for you mentaly corrupted as pencil be, electric paper and imagerey// classic lines like "split spines" and "ill cats" are played out like "old wines" and "wiffle bats"// Enough! of that shit, down to the real deep EmCee it's unknown the state in which Mentalz cranium be// Tainted, could be painted, calm like the walls true like the sun, or sparse as blank halls// Indifferant like air, always aware of whats their or agressive like rage, uncaged with deep stare// My electric condition is uneccessary, the new mission's not simple- quite the contrary, the plans have been shifted, sifted like sand like the ancient clocks back when the romans had land// Lycrical feats must contenue to grow, expand past the obvious remain with the flow, toe-to-toe lets you know, right where you stand be it undefeated or crushed by the palm of some hand// whateva the outcome, just remember (its just text) so contenue to grow, dont be afraid ta just flex// |
yo i thought it was hot............
nice multeis......... one love........ |
grear
8.5/10 good vocab good flow good multis keep droppin |
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