Case Closed…
I be the sneaky second dimension seeping through your sector. Have nectar leaking out you wack rhyme stressers. Extra deez disease leave rashes on rappers. Makin MC’s so feel the breeze of the Grandmaster. Packed with swift solid style structure. Simonizing MC’s with the degree of street ruckus. Aiyyo who got guns? I split precise. Spleen splitter. Return my physical presence to the borough of the hard hitters. I devour… Night sun shower… Minutes last hour… Weak man’s last power… Rotty, the six four mind shotty. The one in handle. Second dimension… Read More
Dark Angel…
Yeah Its like sometimes when i sit by myself… I honestly can say everybody can’t relate. That’s why i talk to my angel… Im in the dark looking for a peace of mind. I need guidance, Father. Can’t see the signs Like nothing real. The word redefined. Knowing the game is different, streets redesigned. Still thuggin, but don’t wanna catch a piece of time. Knowing that love might get you when its looking for shine. So many young n*ggas lost they vision is blind. Now I’m sick as fuck got pain beating… Read More
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