@Whitmofomonkysmugla2,
ima always spit , grab the bar an raise it , taught how ta spar with the basics
make an advance unless u a chick
then ima leave ya face split , what i profess is sick
my words have symptoms tempature burning turning to syndrome's
till its in the crevices of the mind where sin from an the pockets of income
prof the pocket rocket pimp uh, girl u wanna blast off
raw brain blastin words
chain saw massacre takin yo face off
master a verse , master of self, smashin a verse
with the passion to be surpassin earth
since the day i crashed inta earth
a microphone warrior slash a verse
guerilla serial killa running through the concrete jungle with a rumble
in the stomach hungry for the kill
not in it for the money , for the real
for the civilians ,not the chameleons killin the billions that are blood spillin
i wanna give ppl that love feeling above ceilings
, illin cryogenetic my flow chill so resilliant soul brilliant
blinded by the light
never lost track of the path in sight
blastin mic's
fight with heart n passion writes
never pass the mic , surpass the cyph ,
don't have to say it or ink it
just think it , blink wit the third eye worlds wide .........
an eclipse on the lips of the phoneix
kiss the abyss with my penis
******* with blackholes ,
not the corruption of crack bowl
heart n soul charcoal over time n pressure ,
professor turn in to a diamond collector