I call it pulp fiction because spit then rewrote it in the same rhyme... on some Sorsazie (sp) i spit backwards to explain the slick vocab ....comes with a vocals too ..
When the clock ticks … my options …slick ..got rocks off on chicks …shot pop on dicks …check the keyed hotness … 999 volts of shock …flipped …evil genius with rhymes and stock …on my cocks tip … cockiest … mic grip … so if ya slob and spit … ((((get on the mic))) … with polished skills … robin will …the bob and kill … rocks tipped toes on chromed steel …like the second coming of kill bill … or lay …in instant replay ….. I ….stand … on … ya ….sword… play ….dodge … with … the …reflexes …of… ya … sansei … to …kill …fake … ass …batmans …at … will … so …. I … hope … you … came …. with … polished … skills …before you decide to get on the mic … spittin and slobbing … on ya grip … the cockiest …nukkas won’t put their money where there mouth is … while I stay to true …with skill … evilly sick with skills … hence the 666 flipped …hotness every key click … to sh** pop on you dicks … or chic’s abidex~spit … with slick options ….when my time comes to spit ….pulp fiction
2. "RE: Pulp Fiction...." In response to Reply # 0
yeh you gettin my attention i like the way you just let the rhymes intertwine and yet stand alone...
"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..." ASIEM "Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran (Be and it is) " A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder
3. "RE: Pulp Fiction...." In response to Reply # 0
no question im 2nd guessin my weapons stance...recognition ignition correction advance...i plant roots and hang ten in parachutes...regroup tell my mans to pass the devils fruit...i scoop a shorty quickly blindly rewind me...thank you kindly...slyly maneuver my shooter a shot in a glass...crown pass royal i spoil eggs...grenade displayed true visions infra red missin...grippin a flask concealed within my cast...i break wind storms acsend upon me...softly i speak...i spoke softly upon me ascended storms where wind broke...eyes float across my cast which concealed my flask...i gripped tightly but missin infra red visions...so i displayed a grenade which was true to spoil eggs...and my pass was royal...a glass and some crown...slyly i shot the shooter maneuver rewind me now...blindly but quickly shorty was scooped...her fruit from the devil my mans passed regrouped...parachutes in ten i hang roots and planted them...advance correction ignition recognition...my stance with the weapon you guessin the 2nd question...no question its pulp fiction
"dude, the only thing i fear is your hair cut.. what is that a mop glued to your head? come on man... style up."-Bartek
all across ya forhead and cheek bones...i break facials and reconstruct beauty to ugly...im an artist mang...Lincoln Picasso Van Gogh
I gotta read this backwards? (Start from the end and go up to the front) -- *hmmmmmm*
I tried it -- It read aaiiight --
I hit a coupla bumps in a coupla spots -- but overall kool...
Reading from the beginning to the end was less bumpy.
*Nice Ride W/Shock Absorbers*
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥