Just some lyrics from a track i been working on for a mixtape with my man Nostradamus...

Tell me what u think of this shit....
Ummm.... read it to a beat, see if you can catch my flow.

This is a Warrior poet’s art, react fast and charge, never calm man..
Spit it from the heart, spit a thousand darts, split ya head apart…
Emcees depart, like rubin carter my hurricane left u scarred…
Like a spiked bat grammatical bar, like a wonderland drug…
Tumble - ing like a flagon of rum and 2 blunts, like the funk baby…
Plus we got a plan, to kick our lyrical skills until we make grands…
Spitting fire on a, vanilla track iller than a..
Meth smoking feind, killin his biochemical stream…
We used to sit up late nights smoking weed…
All we ever had was schemes, experimented with original cd’s…
We called em pipe dreams, the ability to rip emcees at the seems, please…
Fakers tried to take us, not knowing we were gladiators…
Demonstrators, of how skywalker did vader…but turn to the next page...
My mindset straight, cowerds try to fade us, but we just lust, gotta clutch mics destruct…
Club ya fuckn dome till ya head busts, the blood evapourates to dust…

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