One line rhyme-bringin it back!!

damn im too slow just put mine before messiah"s

yeh he was too slow for mine b4 too
hah its all outta order
o well

chared feet walk the desert on a daily, brain column affected snortin dope mc's

test your aimin spit up flames when you taste the drainage

stabbin ya with microphones in ya temple, ya claim its painless

but the maintenance it takes to maintain your game is frameless

transition thru the pages of archmages elevatin scripture and ur brain waves siniter bullets graze literature

minds stir when i create a verbal slur u cant picture

or develop in a chemical mixture cuz we shinin like light fixtures, words razor sharpe partin wigs like clippers

bald but the wind flows much quiker// my aim drains brains like batteres and light fixters strain// iron flag swang the fire to pump blisters to a bang

so much vibration it gave parkinson's to the rictah

earthquake picture back to the future michael j out foxin these losers

im restricted from touchin a MIC, they said im a flow abuser

just futile weakmindz in a storm of "rugged troopas"

(me and my friends when we rhyme and record shit)

swollen gun holderz, left hand ejection molds scoldin hands of reckless lead throwers