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Member Since: 2010
Location: new york USA |  posted Sunday, June 24, 2012 11:23:41 PM 
Rhymes design to walk and find fault in others plus duck
Wackiness, came here wearing flip flops had bad luck
But I blame Hip-hop for this accident, starting to test
Minds when I express in rhymes really feel all out bless
To find peace, it’s a disgrace and silly to place the rest
Of the responsibility on my brains for thinking but I do
Battle on streets and like cattle and sheep graze in true
Pastures and duck new disasters as I master the art
Of rhyming, stuff solid like small oak trees and will spark
And smoke all MC’S so yall don’t joke with these you can
Get hurt being falsely whack this stuff is glossy black and stand
Six foot two, no mark of shame this art flame leave hearts in
Pain, look I’m thinking corrupt, holding a drinking cup with gin
In it, smoking whack crack is like getting hit wit a blackjack
Get knocked out that’s what that slop is about it attacks your act
From a jolly hood wow I go to Hollywood with luck
Folks mistake me for a movie star with no car or truck
Got a heavy Chevy with brevity, like a bad celebrity corrupt
Have to hide my eyes and pride they may recognize my butt //
Wishing I can go fishing and embrace the sea but
A Cafeteria the place to be if you just happen to be
Hungry “hey pass the pancakes no handshakes from me //
Look if I get trapped in the city I’m running to the rap
Committee which is a group of folks wearing dressy crap
Like suits and coats and can’t make decisions because
Of great visions of reality and dealing in rhymes with flaws //
So what’s on yall mind all the time? Gee allow me to speak
Somehow I’m weak didn’t take my pills feeling drowsy freak
Me out, look the stress got me convinced that the best defense
Against stupidity is treat it like a bomb don’t be there when
It goes off, can get hurt and yet a jerk won’t even try end
The crazy talk,
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