King
that could never beat me in a challenge
she just another queen playing games wit her talent
my lifes the nazarene with a twist more balance
more wing more talon
from another moor palace
in another poor city ...like old dirt dallas
we spiritual forever more gritty like malice
My verse is forever more witty form shower
you the norm im the form without form from a flower
I wordsmith her sure quick wit words made of power
imperfect in purpose and worth pic and purchase
go posterize thy mental
then kneel to us like I wrote thriller in my temple
or taught mr micheal moonwalkin and crescendo
my hardwood mother board her software windows
... to blow like a indo