26. "RE: I'm puttin the microphone in the microwave..." In response to In response to 25
>And I rock sandles, supportin' the movement for Free Toes.
Flip flop rock, lookin sharp as needles Scratchin a vinyl, the medicine is prescribed and lethal I scribe the death of a salesman, no more buy one, get another Cuz ya sales-pitch is for the sake of the price... I can stand when ya sit, my posture perfected Re-elected on MY terms, the shit redigested Offa the grass and back into ya mouth The south never bridged the gap over which we shout Grand canyon, cayenne stones and holes gapin Shapin, the whole entire earth with one flow One verse, one cipher, Cuz we cooled down from this brimstone and fire So I tilt my brim a lil higher, the after-shock jumped from the wire/ And left out, the energy left is still dire