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Mix-Up (pt.1)
Verse 1:
Fatigued from line waiting..another nigga that hopes A seat assigned vacant..away from cigarette smoke Flirtin with the only woman..workin customer service It results a dirty clothes..like fabrics cover a servant A little bothered about it..I focus on the basic shit Breaking spliffs..realizing capers hard as raisin kids Rest my briefcase underneath my seat..to go urinate Overheard broads speak of..Alicia Keys tourist dates I'm sure to make it..the sooner I touch destination I'll be relieved..to see her after..much dedication From bathrooms I return..quicker than movie sequels A girl loosely winkin..informs me..this cutie is single Instead of under seats..my briefcase is on food trays Not as light as before..I carried it like school days When the train stops..security monitors..like brave cops Browse around..nothin's different..sight the same shops Before my mental sparks..sharper points than temple darts My lady's swervin hard..from running late..wit rental cars |
this piece was iight, woulda liked it if it was longer!....um ur structure was on point got good flow!.......ur multis was on point like whoa vocab u can up on that a little bit always room for elevation......pretty decent drom 6.5/10 fo sho....u told the story weird becuz it didnt seem to have an ending dont know what you were doin if u got bored or just ran out of rhymes......RTF ON MY SIG LINKS POSSIBLE A BATTLE SINCE I TOOK THE TIME TO ANALYZE URS
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