slicker than most i be the picture to post
freeze frame check the literature close
plus im bitter to toast
or butter i sometimes clutter my words
observe...stick it to'em shoe in hockey strut and some herbs
but first let me explain i caine get nova
push up to get ova...slower
raise you steady like a coaster
and drop off the face of this planet
magic...did he leave or just abandon
man down by way of the flask
i grasp focus for just a second of minutes past
my loose hand flaps in the wind
might be that slap to ya chin
or that master of him
who is I sly individual physical
miserable...but be like fuck it and then get rid of you
its over the closer like mariano rivera
the piranha or bear claw
kitana its there pa
i loose leave slip bob and weave
jaws in reach...i just might tap if you start to speak
with an arch degree difficulty physics hold me
gravity pulls me down to viciously rip ya ovaries

"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

You're officailly one of my favorites on here
Transcripted vividly cator to who on here
But waiter wait what? you serve graypupoun on bear
Like I'm driving a Lincoln and see a hawk flock spot mustard and a fur rear


Go ahead tell me I try to hard


Check some of my raps out and by the way I have no idea how to spell graypoopon

P.S. I like your raps all two of them I read

Purple is universal with word flow!

Yea, you are slicker than most, you dont even have 2 always drop, but when you does, people expect it to be hot, and their never disappointed, nice drop.

ha ha .... something like sicker than most ... i like that shit

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>but first let me explain i caine get nova
>push up to get ova...slower
>raise you steady like a coaster
>and drop off the face of this planet
>magic...did he leave or just abandon
>man down by way of the flask
>i grasp focus for just a second of minutes past
>my loose hand flaps in the wind
>might be that slap to ya chin
>or that master of him

Still hangin' on ta that flask ... I C -- *chuckles*


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I'll drink to that!

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 ♥

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