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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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