Was thinking for a second..how i left the mic neglected..
Taking my raps for granted left me in the dust stranded..
in the dark circle...no where abouts..just living enough to struggle..
blowing my green sticks and seeds not enough currency to afford the purple
express verbal..transist mellow fortunes to un urke ya nervals
perfect a perfecto a sweet ciggerello..best result be a peach white owl..
flock the night away into a dazed day and a smut that could run for a model..
im on the Job throttled..not enough patience to get an aquaintence..
living low class..attitude & swagger of high maintanence..promiscuous
dont take a genius to configure this idiot is flat out ridiculous..

switch up....

C be "Connected" to intervene "between" the keen and Un-seen..
on The Scene..seein if seein is believing..only to "prosper" and be seen
pulvarising the "machinist" machine for "cleaning" with mr clean...
serving fiends those "five to ten dollar" dreams...
as for the device..rockin the mic..since my existed life..
"dynamite"..hor-rif-ic-ly slash ya wind pipe..
we pipe as we saw a riding "paul revere" one night...
chanted the british were here as if they were "Knights"...
to my "sunny delight"..the heat wade(d) my diesal nice..
located from "City" street fights to "Country" wildlife...
creating "rawkus" through the twilight scattering through daylight..
as if Blade was thirsting "trinity" For us vampires on a "Jefferson & Franklin Heist"
i be "percise" ripping ya cartilage and "A O'Likes"..
Lil C is a "Misfortuned"..Fortune..damage to occur whenever i pick up the Mic