nice verse aight yo.
Trust me, you cant touch me, I storm on your rain(reign) of terror/
your wins never reflect like images in broken
mirrors/
when you givin me brain is the only time you blowin
my mind/
this nigga steals watches, then masturbates with the hands of time/
my visionary predicts your name in a
obituary/
cuz you bout to get R.I.P.ed worse then people in
cemeteries/
this gay's raps couldnt come straight if he wrote his lines with a ruler/
u aint gotta front, you couldnt process a win if you had a super computer/
unknown thoughts, its seems like you led by
strangers/
I guess you a fugitive slave, cuz you cotton(caught in)
danger/