I play the low in, you definitely know, You probably never heard of me Got hands that never shake, It’s a steady hand surgery. Already been, it’s just courtesy, I’m the MC, didn’t mean it to not be MC. Living proceeded by the B8BU. Hey, you see, there ain’t no mother ****** take two. Mistakes, too, happen, and I ain’t afraid to keep ‘em living, A paddom with a little pain and leave ‘em with the smell of riffle. A palid move with a self receiver, Odd thoughts from a rhyme that you can’t tell it’s even And I ain’t tell ‘em, either. I did tell them this, I guess I didn’t tell ‘em “give it” But did sell the cevets, Say it like I seem repetuous, I see them come and go, selling out biedous. I took that to pallan and that they caught me dealing Better selling this crap to never seen the ceiling Sell a feeling for the river of exposure, I’m a thick take it dealing like a no limit soldier. There’s just no gimmick to this closure, Just the image with the folk written over, Just the vision of the finished rhyme, I finish in a sense and I send them all within a sign. I’m sitting on a bench like it’s dinner time, Not meant to offence, getting my thing.
I play the low in, you definitely know, You probably never heard of me Got hands that never shake, It’s a steady hand surgery. Already been, it’s just courtesy, I’m the MC, didn’t mean it to not be MC. Living proceeded by the B8BU. Hey, you see, there ain’t no mother ****** take two. Mistakes, too, happen, and I ain’t afraid to keep ‘em living, A paddom with a little pain and leave ‘em with the smell of riffle. A palid move with a self receiver, Odd thoughts from a rhyme that you can’t tell it’s even And I ain’t tell ‘em, either. I did tell them this, I guess I didn’t tell ‘em “give it” But did sell the cevets, Say it like I seem repetuous, I see them come and go, selling out biedous. I took that to pallan and that they caught me dealing Better selling this crap to never seen the ceiling Sell a feeling for the river of exposure, I’m a thick take it dealing like a no limit soldier. There’s just no gimmick to this closure, Just the image with the folk written over, Just the vision of the finished rhyme, I finish in a sense and I send them all within a sign. I’m sitting on a bench like it’s dinner time, Not meant to offence, getting my thing.
