It`s Like. .

Im short of time, sure to find the Hands of the clocks face. .
covered by the malicious hate, the seven days have portraid
shiet..when i flow, i swing bows quick as mutombo
and make ya crumble to the ground, thinkin that u humble
Amazed at the beauty duty brings, honoured plastic flattened,
as i play puppet to the skyline and eack of the stars paterns...
While i sing, birds call and pray,
for humans to bring faith, keep me alive today
Mics cascade into dust, soon as touched or caressed
a Fascade headed Full Thrust into the Guts of my Baroness
Empty headed, outta focus, roll w. a locosts marching sonnet
Far from it, an alcholic, downing rounds of Whatchamacallits
when i say things i mean them
when i don't then i'll dream them
gats make the weaker strong
but in reality their just wrong
if i die smiling in to the light
then i know i'd lived my life right
so when i look out to the stars at night
if they remain insight and bright
i'll know everything'll be alright
living prophit, out for honesty, loving each teasing view
till the Eye Candy flops and rots my Sweet Tooth
my rhymes are deep enough to touch the ocean ground
and if they were the wind they'd still have to sound
trapped since birth only guidence is the church
tapped into my innerself only to find worse
if my love for you expanded to the sea
for it to stay pure i'd go blind instantly. .

Khoi NguJin: aiight thats good for now lol
iller than yall: lol
iller than yall: werd
iller than yall: Cypher Kings, Bitch!
Khoi NguJin: heheh

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