Peep This
so you want living proof that ya boy is hype/
follow me into the mind of a violent type// ill fight any nigga lookin at me the wrong way/ its a battlezone, but for me its just a place for me to play// youll pay if you try to come correct wit it/ ill filet you wit my rhymes like a sushi restaurant kid// poppin lids and straight kickin down doors/ dee boy dont spit lyrics, he pours// and more, my shit dumpin out like a monsoon/ and encompass a nigga like four walls in a room// doom, is where ya headed, if you choose to oppose me/ advanced, incomprehensible, the way the dee boy flows ya see// i speak in a manner that got yo undivided attention/ ya weak, dont come close to me, like the rappin Jesus back from resurrection// lethally injectin, mad verbals to the center of ya brain/ leave you brainfucked, unconcious in a catatonic state// |
not bad......
aint noting some elevation cant help out with but u get the point... not bad... |
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