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Yo,to the beat,one-two-one-two, to the beat one-two-one-two...
Yo,I flow, slow, like a river-make ya spine shiver, similar to an alkaholics liver, I take time to consider, what lies ahead, if its alive-its against me, if it isnt,its dead, I predict war, cold blooded beef, blood ice cubes, I roll alone on the streets, nod to them dope beats, cotch back at my spot, and sweat in the heat, breathe,spit a couple bars to the sound of the beat,
yo,one-two,one-two-one-two, to the beat,one-two-one-two,
I devote my mind, to hip-hop, let your ear-drums pop, and start hyping evertime you see a cop, I stock, up on the vocab, let my mind drag, from subject to subject, like school lessons, writing bars on desks, bunking from tests, protests of injustice, my words never miss, so intake this, a lyrical fist, just jabbed jealous Mc's, and snapped their wrists, coz when I hear the beat drop, i say suttin like this...
To the beat now,whos wit you? ak from okay,one-two-one-two, lets go wild,hang wit ya crew, ak from uk,you know how i do...
I rhyme, almost, all of the time, coz when I rhyme, I attract people like shiney dimes, the bass line, defines, the hip-hop, let your hip-pop, and start wylin out, till the beat stops, and make time to stun, the viewers, say im a gun, but my mouth dont stop, go on Forrest run, the breath pursuis, but i got a short fuse, so when i get hype, yall follow my que.
Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az
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