Trying To Warm Up For A Hot Drop..Peep.


(Lloyd Banks Beat. Find It.)

Now, It's RapVerse I've Cursed, My Landing Reimburst By The Killins, Drug Dealins, Merkin Kats Feelins So The Sins For My Spirit Will Never Reach The Ceilin, Elevated To The Top, Smashed Down Hittin.
(Ha...!)
Calm It Down...
(Pause..)
The Grandson, Goliath, Known As One Of A Kind.
To Spit Lines That Cause Flatlines And Break Spines.
Who Could Endeavor Strikes From The Lyric Session.
Mirror Testin To Beat This Demon, Leavin Minds In Misconception.
A Vital State To Mistake The Soul Like Morgan's Coma.
A Loner, Dispersin Foes Parts Like Organ Donars.
Given Little To Use, Now I'm On The Block Humble.
Gettin Paid To Merk Stumbles And More To Swap Bundles.
Nonetheless, The Stress That I Built Showed Real.
A Cold Kill In Secret, Cops Can't Find The Stowed Steel.
The Question That Preceeds It's Limit, No Gimmicks.
Is How Can A Dead Man As Myself Create Counter Physics?

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Blood Angels...Are Coming.