I'm battling babbling traveling thoughts..spit faster than javelins tossed..
from an African's arms..using only half of his brawn..
as you can see I've mastered the art..of capturing hearts..
along with the clubs and diamonds..cos when it comes to rhyming..
blyss be killing it..like he does with hymen..rapes for the love of violence..
you can shrug the science..but the cuts I'm frying,
crush ya nuts and privates..lungs punctured by wind..
and left in the dust behind him..either love it or die kid..

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on the deep tip...