Thursday, January 7, 2010

the sun god

my subject matter makes brain splatter cease with that chit chatter gather info like spooks gotta circle of friends kats tryin to get in the loop instead of buying cars and clothes land u need to recoup strong arm the game more than myself makin a name hopeful that my vocals will help u's drop jewels like a diamond heist my rhymes u bite i excite hittin the G spot stay hot even when the temperature drops emotionally poetic if u think u can beat me then u can forget usually if i said i meant it harder than cement not a thug spread love melt ice grills when i spit dragon fire from my lips...

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