Killin Time
 

I'm just chillin, killin time
finally revealin iller rhymes
I've been concealin in my mind
now I can willingly unwind
there's no tellin what I'll find
through all of this dirty grit and grime
but this goldmine of rhymes is mine
cause I'm tryin to define the fine line
of lyrical miracle or borderline mastermind
I CAN'T fall behind I'm on the frontlines are you bastards blind
or a little behind, should I rewind, do I even have to remind ya
that this refined one-of-a-kind is inclined to spellbind ya
cause it's a crime to confine a mind like mine
when each line combines to flow like fine wine
leavin you speechless as a mime
as I high-step like prime time to the finish line



Let me know what you think. Hit me back

blankman that was phat man good rhymin.
not bad fror a first post...........................