Bombadier

Inside the ghetto slums I stay calm, I spit psalms to make the crowd sway arms, From east to west I drop poetic bombs filled with lyrical napalm, I'm committed to the game So I got engaged to the stage and the mic's my wedding ring, I hang & spit hot topics with a clan o' chedda' fiends, My words will keep you twisted like a vortex, I spread wisdom & collect more checks, I'm street life addicted with a wise minded quartet, Of hood figures, A sick squad of gold digger back twisters, True hustlers and cognac swiggers, Everyday my team will convene for cream[money] Dollar bills be my sweet thing, In the ring it's only room for just 1 king, So to my subjects I exhilirate, My homies like champagne on ice Like skaters when they figure skate, When I illustrate and deliver this game I know for sure that this'll make, Certain ladies scream I drop knowledge from street college, The plot is, To replenish all And have cash inflated pockets..CABOOM