Sup sista, inf came here to toast with ya and roast with ya, let me take a shot...salud. dudes sip patron to turn up and burn the roof, I order a glass of h20, hock spit in that shit, now it's 100 proof fire water. I'm a vet...I take care of my dogs, I said Imma vet...call me keyser soze amongst usual wordplay. Shanteezy u know I got ya, if you ever come to the BX I'll give u a detail like Michelle Obama, dudes will be walkn and riddn dirty with semi's and fully's...beastn...protectn beauty. We'll roam backstreets in the hood where I owned property like Carlton sheets as we burn wood. Infinite is untouchable like vintage gotti, I'll send addy's to rat hunters so they can visit sammy's. Dudes don't wanna fuck wit me or mine cause I'm affiliated with brothers that throw up signs like flippers, but they're not flipping signs they're talking with their fingers. We've been sharing lines for a while like nose candy besties, luckily I stopped weighing shit on digitals and beams because instead of lines I probably would've had you next to me in NYC sharing grizzy PC as a bellaca, that's a bellaco trap queen. Hold up...let me fall back...sometimes my forte takes over what I meant to say, I'm lyrically bipolar, I'm usually positive but when I'm taken over out comes verbal gun play. The other me goes in with no filter like topps in rolling paper and pure thc blown in pens as vapor... the normal me builds bout gods forgotten sons living out blaspheme dealing the result of kitchen chemistry and its reactions... Murder and incarceration...at times I just let him rock like those squares in slabs pushed on cooked coke blocks...
Infinite the poet 2016
[ SHANTELL ]
I'M TOASTIN' BACK TO THE LYRICAL KING PEN FROM THE MOTOR CITY ALL THE WAY TO THE BRONX,
YOU KNOW WE BEEN CAUSIN' DEVASTATION SINCE FACEBOOK USED CALLIGRAPHY AS ONE OF THEY HANDWRITTEN FONTS....
YOU'S A REAL STREET SOLDIER WITH THE ARTISTRY OF DONALD GOINES,
I REMEMBER OUR OLE SKOOL CIPHER DAYS WHEN I BE SAYIN' LOOK AT HOW INFINITE BE STRAIGHT UP FLOWIN....
BOUND BY THE PAGES AND NOT ORDINARY STREETS,
WE FOUGHT MANY CIPHERS WARS SO THAT'S MAKES US FAMILY BY INK....
IF YOU EVA NEED MOTOR CITY HOSPITALITY YOU DEFINITELY GOT THAT,
TEAZY GONE MAKE SURE YOU STAY SAFE UNTIL YOU MAKE IT RIGHT BACK...
SO HERE WE ARE BACK IN THE CYBER JUNGLE RAINING LYRICAL MONSOONS,
1 OF 5 GUILLOTINE QUEENS
KILLIN' COMPETITION LIKE POISONOUS MUSHROOMS...
GOT EM' HALLUCINATING RHYMES WHEN THEY APPROACH THEY "HIGHEST" LEVEL,
THEN TREAT EM' LIKE A PINBALL MACHINE SO THEY KNOW I'M DA' SHIT WHEN I REACHED EVERY LEVEL...
SUPER EXTRAORDINARY CAUSE I WAS BRED TO SHINE AMONGST THE DOPEST ELITE,
LEAVING MY LYRICAL AND PHYSICAL DIARY LIKE REAL SOLDIERS DO IN THE DESERT LANDS OR OUT HERE IN THESE CITY STREETS...
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