@theprofessor,
still at it , pill habit since I turned off the radio wave static ...
Had it with the mainstream and Pop music
... had day dreams and hip hop music
... helped me deal with my night mares
, scared I might get hacked by government hacks,
nano bytes trying rewrite my terrabytes
...im mike increase fahrenheit's to nine hundred eleven
....every rhyme I write ,,ignites, that light bring me closer to heaven
...soldiers soul Ja, never holster ma weapon ...
a social inception of so called vocal inflections...
sell ya cellular shoes . call ya fake..
leave you to hang on the wire well you steppin...
your just learning to walk ,im burning holes in my socks
... just watch how many points I put up before the clock stop
...stop time , n drop rhymes in the recesses of your mind
still schooling in classes of devine ...
whats the line do you cross it ?
... keep it straight . take the learning curve ..
till it forms a letter a word ...
even better a bird ... cause its so fly ...
or do you draw the whole sky?
... draw a deep breath and paint a picture of life ...
litttered with strife , filtered with light ...
increase the resolution ...
these words look like there moving through night ...
gotta keep the music blammin
this is Buzzed for LightChea's with my acoustic cannon
... and Quick Drawl Mcgraw standin ... at high noon
... start bumping my tunes Mac
,, an your vocal chords next one I-tunes ,BRaaaaaaaaap
.... you asses know I dont give a crap
, till I eat ten packs of exlax, before your next track
... and wipe my ass with that ... you want fantastic rap
.. I wrapped mrs fantastic around my sack...
she given sacrament so i'll giver he sack again
... ima King like sacramento ... sacra bleu
... mental so good ... never is ma sack a hue a blue...thats essential baby
. if im ******* with you ...
hip hop , always has a nice car thats why she drives me crazy
... Vroom Vroom ....haters dont get to look at my rear view
... im moving so fast passed you'll be where i was .. year or two
... from being a year or two ...remember when i would shed a tear or two
... for every rhyme I killed , every page I murdered
... every slaughter of the latest greatest rapper ya heard a
... serve a freestyle on spot
...non stop till a Hip Hop feen OD an DROP
... Pop ya top like convertibles at the airport terminals ...
that determined yo his drive so fly ...
as I hops in with some angels ... I gotta be blunt ..
its time to get high