Pollute The Atmosphere
 

Pollute The Atmosphere

My will imposed to be ill in prose but with skill I froze
On the microphone, stay bless, play chess in a Rolls
Royce with correct fate, so checkmate this mess scolds
Knowledge burn so clear I learn by ear love turn to fear
Sometime when I write a dumb rhyme not firm or sincere
But be twisting behavior when they listen with favor
Never dissing the neighbor dream about pissing in craters
On the moon, say to a girl give me your hand screw haters
Let me live as your hardcore man love you but few terminators
Wanna take my cake, wear bling deep sing in my sleep girl
Buy ring; eat your sweets, hazy marriage baby carriage heap in my world
Freak pearls on your neck, my hummer ill in a summer fill with
Picnic and parties fat rumps girls with slick bodies thrill the gift
Of thugs on dubs white T-Shirts, rhymes downhill must uplift
A crystal plan is like a pistol in hand it aim and shoot
Tame a brute to fear and pollute the atmosphere wit acute
Smoke, the hood’s nice but a good price to be paid, to raid
And car jack cats on a jar of crack, step back you being played
Shoes walk after traction the process of thought and action tire
Me the fire and desire be too much to contain in my brain admire
My effort to remain free

yo i liked it i can relate to that shit nigga keep droppin.

yung gun thanks for th eprops for real yo

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