ay, what it is, what the bizness
every since i was shorty i was wiz kid
yeah i knew my dad;
but we ain't go fish-in'
i was the chalk board, multipy, addition
to be a super hero, that's what i was wishing
spiderman, aquaman, battlin' the vill-an
try to make a million, while mom's still living
get her out the hood, with a jaguar, pimping
taking out opponents by large exponents
got the whole globe on it, check my components
zonin', stay focused like cheap fords
praise the lord til the throat is sore
........

>praise the lord til the throat is sore

... and the soul is soothed ...

I like how your cadence had a lil' beat to it ... (in my head at least) -- so I was noddin' while reading it.

And I also like how the countenance in your flows is always God~minded and inclusive.


*Selah*

thanks Photo....you always got my back...

Totally agree with photo, i like this and its rhythm, deep.

n/m