Wednesday, November 12, 2014

MY CIPHER SKILLS IS HAWT...

I SHOT THE SHERIFF BUT I DIDN'T SHOOT THE DEPTY, I SPEAK CRYSTAL CLEAR SO IT DOESN'T BE NO DISCREPANCIES... GANGSTA GANGSTA READ ALL ABOUT IT IT'S FIGHT NIGHT WITH WEDNESDAY LIGHTS OUT, IMMA SPEAK MY PEACE FIRST THEN I'M GONNA GONE AND HEAD ON OUT... I WASHED UPON THESE LYRICAL SHORES LIKE A TIDAL WAVE TURNING INTO A TSUNAMI, I'M ALL ABOUT MY BIZZ NAZZ AND FINDING NEW WAYS OF KEEP MAKING MORE MONEY... I AIN'T NEVER LOOKING OVA MY SHOULDER FOR THESE LEFT HAND BANDITS, PEOPLE BE NOT CONCERN HOW I GOT HERE JUST BE AWARE THAT I LANDED...MOTIVATED BY CHOICES BUT THEY AIN'T ALWAYS RIGHT, WHEN I START FEELIN LIKE THIS I PULL MY PEN OUT AND WRITE... RELEASING THIS VERBAL TENSION, COUGHING METAPHORS UP INTO VISUAL SENTENCES... HOPING THAT THE MANIFESTATIONS COMES TO TRUE LIGHT, AND I DON'T HAVE TO KEEP SLEEPING IN THE DAYTIME AND BE UP ALL NIGHT... MY RESUME' SPEAKS FOR ITSELF WHEN I BE TWISTING THESE SONNETS, MY BEAT BOX BE ROCKIN' THE MIC WHEN I COME HARDER THAN JJ FAD SUPER SONIC... NOW FREE STYLE THAT SHIT RIGHT ON OUT THE MIX, THESE AIN'T THE TROUBLES THEY WANT WHEN MY PEN STARTS TO FLICK... I LOVE COMING IN LIKE A INVISIBLE ASSASSIN, THEN DO THE CLEAN UP WORK SO NIGGA'S DON'T HAVE TO BE ASKIN~~~WHO DAT IS AND WHERE DID SHE COME FROM, I'M THE THOUGHTS IN YO HEAD AND THE PUSSY YOU WANT ON YO' FUKIN TONGUE....

LOL...

((( THE TWISTED SHIT )))

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