time to rhyme and have fun with this rap thing,
whatshappening,
the lyric axe swings,
split, ya splat-then.
i skate a track, n clip ya vein
in pain, you lay on back
theres no way to say if youll
remain or detatch.
oh yes *****,
i must not forget
to per.sist,
that youve started to leak
from your
breast.i.si.sists.
i pick a pocket
and get fresh with ****,
drop a set with wit to
up the core pressure a bit.
but its sick cos
i dropped in, a few genuine gs
just rocking, crafting their own,
unlocking and mastering zones unconscious,
but anyway, i gots to go
so
i dash home anonymous
synonymous to the way that
i smash stoney
tolerance