no one asked you, still inside of your crib, any sudden moves? and that decides if you live
all you can do is watch the canine walk around as he sniffs, and hope Scooby-doo don't end up finding your shit
how many cocaine lines have i did?
how many times have i supplied you with fire, while everyone else supplied you with mid?
i shouldn't have to remind you of this!
i'm a motha fucking lyrical assassin
the mythical lyrical beast that lives under streets, who murder mcees, that barrow to deep,
whose writings your professor talks about, and your encouraged to read, that's if you wanna earn your degree
if any gets on you? it burns and stings, i'm starting to flare up like you having herpes,
Last edited by Urban Dialect; 02-06-2019 at 11:55 PM.
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