I flow
In the wake of fallen mc’s …with one row
And punish ignorance ..with
My eyes on the sparrow
Nar …one of those narrow minded fellows
In sagging clothes … can come close
To the thoughts I compose
My integrated mind state …
Leaves an mc’s status … hiatus
This is soul chef in treble clef
You trying to shake and bake this?
Wait list …consist of clef lipped spitters …
Tawlm’bout chris sipping
how they kill nukkas …
Or don’t feel Zugga …
Beating bitches …
and keeping they dicks inches swimming
Like the food for thought they eating
S’what keeps my pen shitting …
They them REAL Niggers … by definition…
And that don’t just limit it …
It surpasses the color of skin …
And speaks about the mind state they in …
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Zin dumb’in it up for your attention span …
But ya brain cells have been numb’d enuff …
So I’ll let my spill on this end ….

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