breathe b.c. weed n drink b.v. till ya cant see
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breathe b.c. weed n drink b.v. till ya cant see
sun i gotta impede wit light-speed, fluently freestyle//
Been a devil since a child, dream the obscene then smile
hearin-abrupt-screams-im-vile flames come from the pen like i laid arson for miles
intellect doper than 6 thousand crack viles, raps black kyle xy, too fly to ever touch down
minds blown from buck round the end is prowned 2 gats in a crowd...i dont give a fuck now....
reppin' bucktown, wack mc's jump up to get bucked down/
let em hear that pump sound duck taped up in the trunk bound//
Kids on the merry-go-round caught shots from one round
goin down the slide is a metaphor for life i found
one moment u on top n the next u on the ground
minds been in a daze yo like im ridin on the faris wheel kno multiple niggas who pull triggaz-yet they scared of steel
im shatterin mass appeal, like a god lost grace//
"WeaPens" in space placed to resurrect my race//
too many fake-snakes lay-waste to what was once great//
hip-hop changed it's state & began 2 liquidate//
planned anarchy out-manned the grand monarchy
sonic landmarks banned by scams, wack art, lack of demand & comic malarchy
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Originally Posted by OTB
So I "Scan-Darkly"..."fam & clan": select 2 execute//
battle suits wit anti-air missiles splittin' parachutes//