the line folder column marginal rhyme soldier rib execution while rocket boosting on gondola s reach til we pick it the toah tower oliver queen shoot a boa grab on the hook and zip to the opposite polar and as a child better sola i come with grip and balboa precision ponen apponents we hex em jona uh i want the doja like toke as i spoke and left a mic smokin circus spark and cause a exothermic explosion so raise the tempo kick and cut a socket like kimbo my mental path is as and the synthols rappin to get golds then reappear at a citgo shake down for info and get all of the revenues window then i kindle the barbera and mezon herra to your era i m strong as bitches and their mascara i double dare ya try to compare a flow like mine this shit is scary like the mascara on your moms uh so what you need my man if we seize with a plan til we bleed from the hand uh from slayin so take head to what i m sayin cause tonight s the night and me and my niggas ain t playin me and my niggas ain t playin x4 my intergalactic soul go go bro cross over flow bling on geppetto got syllables on a string lightening strike my jelly bean black mamba the loyalty and the honour go over dollars still valuing shit i can t buy use my notebook to keep secrets from my computer who knew it the revolution went viral just like a virus that s enhancing instead of increasing damage though we managed to use it for colourin people s advancement highly demanded as you and hip hop branded under the summer bar for you i stand tall for culture over everything shuffle jab hook swing all my doodle white thing darts gling carbon creature polishing them diamonds sorry for your lack of like minded ness the best i kept peek a boo we aspire to so even if i hit i still hit you off with some greater shit like when nigga s say right at the pimpus nipple achu uh the foo foo  no weapon shall be formed against the forces i m educatin meditation you form one i disassemble it like a marksman in basic training then put it back together and blast it well i lose my mind on some private power rockin a full metal jacket emptying magazines out of my arsenal and a double excel no freshman this week upper class men uh graduate school masters full ride scholarships shit the lyrical gymnastics a greater gadget of apex predator messenger feelin my spirit glowin illuminating the secular vernacular dracular went into my coffins kickin open the coffin i m recordin my songs in let s get it started you bringin the steak to a fight with a vampire with an arc reactor where his heart is the artist they walk it or arm is lookin crazy rhymes plastered in the mind of a genius born in the 80 s please tune in these cartoons that your drawin to when our pencils get to pushin keep it movin shoutout to nameless graduated master those school do with students this valid dictation we speakin and crowds wavin they can commentate the game i m jet black jade blazin don t play games you could get playstationed this truck sticky get cussed put for non blazin my heads spinnin three time in a 360 that s ten eighty only took 6 shots to twist me like half a pint and 12 doobies played the board game then watched the movie tornado spinnin they can t even move me2
['alternative hip hop', 'soul flow']