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Date created: 02/27/2020
Categories:
abr, art, imagery,
Form: Concrete
this is not a poem this a rap tell if you like it
I'm sick in the mind can't you tell by my rhymes/
Got my own swagger and yeah i got a hell of a style//
Aching for niggaz to step up man this game is mine/
flowing in a different dimension yeah I'm flowing through time//
raise in the streets but i refuse to cry man i refuse to die/
a star is born and he's a hell of a child consume with pride//
my whole crew is leaders and man we don't believe in lies/
and plus we're dodging death can't close our eyes//
you could call me a fiend cause i'm addicted to crime/
leaving a legacy like Michael Jordan in his prime//
speaking words of wisdom stuck in the street behind enemies line/
smelling like a pond when i'm spitting yeah my flow is high times//
a real lyrical asssaisin making money like magic/
abr-ka-da-bra this game is so tragic dragtics//
but yet i'm still on the block stretching money like elastic/
my money be flipping all day just call it gymnastic//
Categories:
abr, artmoney,
Form: I do not know?