Intro-I will speak these deaths
I will reap the deaf
if the music ain't heard
i will paint with words
Plain old words, hangovers the tribute that you sang over,
Plane old words, put the hanger first,
so i can put away the same old verse,
pertain bold curse,-ive, if its stiff,
with no predic-tions the game owed her?
as in her, i mean the cash and purp,
the rules of the rap we have right her.
brighter, hands hot, the mic burns,
psyche "her" as the game,
i said you might learn,
stay indifferent for differences sake,
and if this princess will hate, shove a dick in her face,
im giving it straight, no fake flavored,
go taking favors, from business raisers,
that make paper, off of labels that murder,
take tables to turn them
try a way to re word them, see we serve "him" the shit,
that is prepacked
no flash, then they send it half back,
to make a cash track, adding effects
making mad of a mess, hating it but still grabbing the checks,
brain washed
so much creativity stays off,
dimity gray cloth, of a really gay song,
dubbed and screwed, so you don't make government news,
..covet the dues?
why? their due to you, that bitch stays laughing, well who are you
an insolent tool that takes roots from the youth, summit booths,
high as fuck as some were roofs, what she done to routes
kill the bitch choke kick stab and some will shoot
Something different i tried