Yo,London,
North,
is where i be,
This is MyC,
my city,
so please,
hold thoughts,
infact,
fuck what you thought,
to be exact,
realise,this is my court,
n im playing the fields,
my sword is the ball,
in which i yeild,
destroy the obsticle,
no matter how wide or tall,
My City,
Lyrical form is untouchable,
physical form,
minds fail when i storm,
hearts torn,
body burn,
at the sound of my voice,
emotion pouring,
my core is evil,
But my city,
i keep the beef stalled.

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az

I got a challenge for ya:

I like the simplicity of your flows sometimez -- Quick/Easy Reads -- BUT -- would you try to write a more complex flow~stream with a lil' more meat & potatoes in the stew? --

And I don't mean using "BIGGER WORDS" necessarily -- I just mean double up/triple up on the rhyme scheme so it ain't so short & simple.

Some of your work reminds me of a "Charlie Brown Christmas Tree" -- It's a tree -- But it's so naked & scrawny.


Need More Ornaments & icicles


Get ya weight ^UP^

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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