61301, Got beef Part 2 ....Dinner and a " L " Posted by Zin, Wed Oct-18-06 12:18 AM
I chase the taste with red rum Till shake n bake …predicates seasoned steak that’s well done I Ail ’em Till the Achilles can’t heal ’em And the hyrogiphics written heal toe on ya cerebreum Need ones? Cause the vending machine with skills Respit’s the wrinkled and crinkled I slepted on ya ice cream flo Then ripped ya van winkle … Fickle mc’s get blown …till that lil light dwindles And I stand alone in mind windows Like lit trees at Christmas … If, if wasn’t in the middle Of ya life When I lift This gift … to spit The wonder wouldn’t be mysterious The shit Would shift ya life To le’ for my spliff I’d hit it then declare to the cypher … “I’m putting out the rest … and rolling one of my writtens cause I don’t believe in passing stress …”
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