musik is like a fight
 

ayo' I felt a kick, and tripped, over a snare thundering/
str8 to the ground, hit witta pound, under me/
so i got up thru on my high hat unkowerdly/
even tho when tom hit me it knocked the spit outta me/
now i'm spittin all ova the place/
I must have a headache, my ears throbbin so hard i'm startin to hear bass/
and tom behind me swingin from all different angles/
takes out some strings puts em' around my throat and begins to strangle/
now those who aint b-boys think i got the shit kicked outta me/
the truth is i ripped the shit outta this beat/






jus' sum shyt i was thinkin about. descided to play around with it.