what can get slept on


i guess keystylin ain't what it is no more

niggas turn they nose round at it


but still



>Deacon Jones
>grasses no pew
>19-- to dashes
>no you
>it was still
>arm leg leg arm head
>before Cassius fro grew
>homegrown
>a magnet to pro tools...

cmon

that's crazy.


i don't even have anything to add but

lemme try right here:


i can stand with a stanza
Nissan and a danca
Danza I boss
thee shine of a lantern
ain't rhyme
butt I'm vampin
no ire
i bite no 'blood'
to all thugs
I retire

rather
be mired
ad-
my bad
add
thee
admired

to "ak is from now on only (thee admired) writer"

but i'm bullshittin though