i might rhyme "phonetic perspective" in my next verse
my neck hurts
from clashing with titans who mash on the type-pad
i experimentally quan'ify light years
i'm right here
a consultant,who stands on the pulpit judging if the fight's fair
the mic's there i grab it filling the vaccuum
rapping about life's philoso phies-although i don't have to
i have two-
-questions to ask you-
-one
depends on the other
i've-been defending my brother
from roof tops warning when it's too hot frm undercovers
shop's open. when rivals poke in? another slaughter
.another orphan from a son or daughter
cuz daddy wanted All of it
and be cuz of this?,i didn' even take his wallet off
stuffed a 20 in 'is mouth 'fore they called the cops!
thread revival
yo speakin' about dead rivals
i Hope They Red They're Bible!
leave they hoods lookin'like SaiGon
when the fight's on we turn your lights off cuz you fight soft&i'm Gone..
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