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
I be on my Suit and Tie shit…Tie Shit
Stop, let me get a good look at it Oh, so thick, now I know why they call it a fatty And aww, shit’s so sick, got a hit and picked up a habit But that’s alright, cause you’re all mine Awww, go on and show ’em who you call “Daddy” I guess they’re just mad cause girl, they wish they had it Oh, my killer, my thriller, yeah, you’re a classic And you’re all mine tonight And as long as I got my suit and tie I’ma leave it all on the… Read More
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