MC bass, I'll cut this shit straight to the chase/
so sit an pace, smoke yo shit till u win, last place/
act insane, but everyone knows u juss playin a game/
cuz ya raps are tame, lame, and locked, tied up with chains/
might as well just have u bound an gagged/
crown u king of fags, cuz u make up the spade between straights and gays/

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<center><table style=filter:GLOW(color=red)>Atmosphere - inspirations of following in the footsteps of story tellin rhymes</table></center>

<center>Corrupted Visions</center>

<center><table style=filter:GLOW(color=black)>Giving Sight A Third Eye</table></center>