so need a fix body itchin stomach clenchin i'm a cubase-head reason-tard protools, digidesign fiending pawn yes, it's true hittin the mic blows me higher than neptune tryna keep it cool but this habits got me wildin how cuz i've been out not down searchin for elevation concetration loosing ground forcing myself out of complacency yet all i need
is my fix like lina but it's not a he to put is simply melodic freedom with a hint of camoflaged meanings harmonic weaving and some dissonance to keep the head bobbers beating all i needs an hour or two and i promise you i'll be good
until tomorrow rolls around say about noon
Aiden Waves, the cleansing fire
"just as the pureness of honey can sanctify my sins, i say let ur love blow in the wind...." -me!
keep ya 3rd eye open wide shut protect ya neck son wrote a check fraud cuz harlem signs hard buyin' black market cigarettes on 1-2-5th now time to blaze the spliff after I wrote the rough draft on gotti's behalF just then he said . . "you's a ill nigga son!"
a festival boricua! -xxx
they showed us phYsically, we could reach infinitY, but mentally, through the century, we lost our identitY -Rakim