Is it history that I Make when the beatly breeze blows I ripple like a lake correlate with the hottness humidities rising to the supreme up in your atmoshpere the ciphers are mean more man than machine organic hiphop fanatic lets get this money album call frenzies frantic deep as the atlantic deep space tie raps crews up with two shoe lace to the face f*ck if they got bullets blocks glocks or platinum albums dropped, leave mcees rocked like a geologist searching for diamonds Im searching for rhymings, searching for something that has a reason to last time, on the grind like the crew so we hungry and got a reason to bring it with the ones and twos, heavy hitters lifted shaolin darts get twisted balistic libraries before ciphers to show you that Im really gifted

Its time to take over my battle tracks deadlier than the thirty-six chambers Beats and my styles get along like perfect stangers The electricity in my veins shines brighter than supernovas super star spit a quasar blinding rap crews from cali to central park mcees get marked than disconectted I abolish their steeze then rezerect it inject it with what perfect it.

Push it to the limit, living till the day that i'm finished, leaving the galaxy fully diminished, of all it's glory, the story gets gory like Necro with his goon army, I orbit the moon so my rays of light can not harm trees. Wasted planetoid, i plan to annoy unwasted, displaced, beaten and destroyed. Drink H2o and show you which way to go when i drain the brain to explode and expose the fantasy of shows you want to upload. Get hopping like a toad, i leap bounds like a super mutant with frog legs single leap to the other side of the road.

Watch you panic like the bitch you are. Sit at the back of the bar and watch you use the booze as a tool to assist you in acting like a witch conjuring up scripts to pick up whores. Call for more has been cut short, like b girls who try to cut up the dance floors. Rocking steady, yet they not adopting the core of the heavy, no levy, but i try to do the right thing by not listening to your stupid melody. 

Pass me a microphony spit fat styles mafia don from springfield toney Legs Loui blow all your tuna fish like hottie bust ya bamba get it groovy tangerine juice and absoulutely against what Im hearing forming a mutiney rhyming in scrutiny   its da hoochie coochie

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My word, it has been longer than neccessary to hear from my cat with mad rap diction and slurrs. To answer the rumour that you heard word of, the answer is yes, i am now a homeowner with my women, Moving in dec 1. Get back at me my time ticker is running out, peace Wiebes, keep weaving the sweet dreams.