No Kidding
Microphone Vicious. The tightest most gifted, typin so sick it’s like I’m right at home writin poems, I compose vintage. Like a pro did it, I am so vivid, rhyming so crisp the mic is kinda cold, mind is bold, style is gold..riches. Mind control wizard, so mind ya own business, I been so busy, no time for no kiddies. No xylophones ringin, so what? No cups, and no Styrofoam drinking. But no hate, no beef and no fries with those really. Showcase, you know me, my whole style is so pretty. Oh great ya gold teeth ya whole smile is so blingy. I’m ok, I don’t need a whole pile a those thingies. My own way is toll free, I don’t buy it yo, really. No nines and no millies, no knives and no killing. No lies, I’m no kidding. Know why I’m so illy? Cause I chose rhymes that most guys don’t try to flow, silly…
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