Sunday 2:20, 8-21-05

self-explanation: my inspiration
cry of one of the last guy's reppin this troubled nation
"chip is like, love from the dime that's fine as DAMMMMMMMMMN,
work on the streets gettin weed for my fams
i'm like heroin, once u get it u realize that u need it
that's why anyone fuckin wit me or TT is defeated
i'm like, hell on earth, cursed since birth
to be the hottest of the hot, demon seed, i put in work
more than any of these average cats perfectin my craft
i been on this track a nigga light-year and a half, u do the math
my poetry's deep, i'll never fall
to a creep on a beat, i'm here to murder all y'all
that think u the champ and alwayz be tyrin me
witout doin your homework, just check out my diary
the fiery, emotional type to type his type
and tell em to get the gunz, we goin ridin tonight
i'm like, me rantin and ravin, misbehavin,
like teen girls sneakin to the party at the Days Inn
i'm like amazin, or synonym wit the same definition
look at work from me and the best neva sick of the repetition
i'm like me, the hottest of the hot workin MC's
and extra cold, your Rapperz feel a draft, be certain it's me"

after a little free'n, i've to a conclusion: i'm cocky as fuck! oh well, at least i can back it up.

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"I don't want to be deep... I want to feel deep and use that feeling to express depth itself..."
-Konchance

my poetry:
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