 A-yo
Yo, what up ? Just checked in, and writin' a lil' somethin'.
Yo,
I'm the indescribable manifestable illusion of infestation,
I know you stopped what you're doing, cuz of intimidation,
Encrypted rhymes beyond your dreamy plantations,
Better act straight, or get your lines to allocation.
My mind is the great nature of every being,
From Wives and Husbands
To Microscopic animals not worth seeing.
Eagerly awaited words making a leaving,
Intact, exact,
They'll be so strong, you'll think "Unbelieving."
So just writin' a lil' somethin' for you to ingest,
My lyrical profession doesn't and never rests,
And if you ever feel the need to confess,
"Battle Area" is where it's at, lets start the test.
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B-boyin' is life.
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06-28-2002 08:22 PM
