Monday, December 14, 2009

I drop.

Seek you can find, peep even you are blind,
Thoughts are designed to flow fine,
I grind spit the truth to the man kind,
Fine dine, no nines but strapped with vocals,
Give me a soul clap, dope raps I drop,
For props, stop snitching, road to freedom,
Is to gain riches,

Never backwards, get props and act calm,
I can be hype, what a physic,
Smacking like Ike, wearing new Nikes,
Looking fresh for the ladies sake,
The next rapper I can break or make,
Moving fake not me, stakes are high,
Spit fly for cake, wise and woke,
Getting tipsy, the alphabet is mystique.

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