Yeah cant hold back any longer yall!


I ride d mic like a witch on a broomstick,
emcees remind me of old slippers cos they lose grip,
now they slippin,weavin words betta than hairstylist,
got mad skillz,homie u should idolize pisces,
undaground hype neva seein sunlight,
look around mc's bite d dust,yet i still write,
kids gather round as i tell moonlight stories,
stacked higher than higher rise buildings homies,
d universe chose me,
d pied piper dat seprate real cats from mice,
its a gift and a curse to rap and flow non stop,
like d biblical lady dat had to touch christ,
...Yeah dats ill.......
well defined thru verses dat sound tight,
telepathic waves transmit my transmission,
i got power lines hot wired fuck keys in d ignition
robed priests chant my rendition,
my back neva hit d floormat,my format
got skill and teknik in addition,
its pure math,
dis surgeon handle d sharpest scapel
but he still cant cure phat,
rap villan cross pollinated wit a true rebel,
ready to over throw governments by mortal combat!

Holla back,Positive criticism will be well accepted!!!

so where are all my replies?????

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