Tuesday, December 15, 2009

My cousins in the kitchen.

No fuss, I bust rhymes that ladies lust,
No moving fake, groovier for cake,
Smooth stepper, never fake,
I am not a Gambino running bets,
I break no sweat, I wake the heads,
I make instead of taking it, black
My cousins in the kitchen,
The pot is not bitching,
Fold bills on my way to the riches,

I play hard like a hockey fight,
Rocking it right, dropping wisdom,
Like I am Tupac, my people trapped,
In the system with packages and two glocks,
Not the average, no one can stop,
My props, the vision of the man,
are advanced, the plans,
The sons of Sem. with the anti blam blam jam.

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