Posts: 98
Sex: male
Join Date: Nov,
2008
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9/4/2009 1:56:46 AM
i roll my blunts like a surgeon/ and my bars rain detergent/ on any rap stain emergin/ im tide's lyrical version/ makin shit disappear/ like bush does insurgents/ light kush till its burnin/ and the sentry is smokin/ but the scent is provokin/ my wrist to write tight/ so my pens all be broken.../ i predict wrongs like an omen/ with sick songs like beethoven/ im a microphone murdera/ tho my ears are still workin/ ive just never heard'a'ya/ no tux but im servin'ya/ caught a glimpse of ur verse on stage/ thought at first you're for sure bill gates/ not that you stackin costs/ and got a high priced loft/ or hating macintosh/ its cuz ur "MICS ARE SOFT"/ and what you write is bought/ got a fake type a taste/ cuz you biting lines/ and id say you a waste/ but you recycle rhymes/ so im stoppin this crime/ and im droppin this rhyme/ yo im transformin words/ call me optimus prime/ we can rumble when i see ya/ my minds a jungle / so i trip my thoughts/ just to stumble on ideas/ ive started losing my mind/ so i cruised, usin my time/ to get on top of things/ and to stop and think/ but im so sick with pens/ shit im coughin INK/
yea its kinda disorganized but its been a while, lemme know if you like any lines
9/4/2009 1:56:46 AM
