im puttin grills on ice like da name is chin~chilla,not suger nor spice,jus da cinnamon cream filla,
so i jus "sin~a~min",juice n gin made a pilgramige,now my cerebral intuition's inlisted in,
da future contingency theory of wearly escapin dis wierdly insane word phrase,
yet i keep prayin:can my perfection prevent my reflection froma destined endin???
can i eva commend myself fo' da hell i dwelled in when failin to create a pokket swelled wit...
bills,fillin to da ciellin,n healin my siccened feelin of still delain w/ a villan,
who's aggenda's ta apprehend~us,piggies try n contend n bend like paper wetted by my pen,
i slept now my cries's cancelin,ev~ery chance i get,seperatly scramblin,yo brain waves as mines is playin games,
like mines,i'd stay away,seems like u wanna get lifted,now driftin,no whisper dat u eva exsisted

JUS ANOTHA QUIKK FLOW,TELL ME WHAT YALL THANK,HOLLA BAKK,1

not bad. ya had mad enternals in this. i didnt understnd how chin chilla has anything to do with a cold grill. but to each there own. stay up and stay evolvin

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the one that watches the watchmen:

puttin "grills" on ice=grills=mouth,hence "chin~chilla"

good lookin on da ups,stay at it,1

sick drop man,i kno its hard for sum heads to follow ya but its all good.Jus do u,Stay ^
-Avi