and slam dunk the wolrd clock to make your fucking head pop
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and slam dunk the wolrd clock to make your fucking head pop
get rocked robed and put down// mics brake rocks when i input sound//
im well reknowned but unfound // snatchin ya crown, im goin up u goin down //
my spit to heavy it flows ready to drown// tied and bound u going over board on this one night out of town
while the world spins round, followin its given path, i deviise an armageddon and erect my shelter for the aftermath
run fast here i come // crushin my enemies above all and below none
hony rolled blunts smoked black lung//tight twists flip the wrist maryjane on the tip of my tung//
spiitin so much shit, ya breakfast musta been dung, paralysis begins take place the moment u realize that u were stung
im a crip and i drop some heavy shit on your rhymes...i could beat u lyrically 100 times.. u try 2 come back with soe lyrics but u have nun
my lines are divine // i hit and run like i just committed a crime
im runnin from the cops, tryin not 2 do time
just committed a verbal crime, when u devised that last rhyme.......
enough of these wack lines ive come all this way to shine // i aint no joke when im dun with d mic it smokes
droppin lyrical bombs and beats that are on time but nxt time come with some better rhymes..cos i dont have the time for your wack ass grime
sorry i changed my last rhyme but i had to when i saw ghengis'