I’m lost and trapped within the madness
of clashin passions fastened actions of opposable factions
Relaxing, fashion of sensual combatants
Let the beat climax n that’s when I’m back in
droppin facts In Jackson knows no holding back kid
Penetrating beats with no prophylactics
shorty that’s when I’m on some folding back shit
Only backwards n leave the instrumental holding the mattress
I’m used to seeing Tracks in the suit known as birthday
Spit game in the worse way and hit em on the 1st day
I speak of goddesses, You cant deliver you’ll fall
I treat the Music like a princess and give her my all
Hand her my soul and listen as the magic unfolds
I fly towards greatness whenever she has the controls
Down I will go on her bass line fathoms below
Licking the treble in tempo to manage the flow
Delivery on time like postals Inserting my vocal
The speaker’s her womb I leave her juicing loco
But of course though, I’m attracted to smash hits
Fact is I make love to tracks n off spring Classics

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