
I set the vibe, I wreck with techniques,
the league of the supreme mc, got the spot in a frenzy,
the flashing benzes, all I see, it is not about a degree,
I on the freestyling see, the fee is additional,
never semi intellectual, the rugged ritual,
of rapping, what can happen when the one and two's spin,
then I begin with the tipsy raps like Gin,
Never slow down, hold down grounds, make the ill sounds,
fake moves, no, make moves, for sure, the allure of the pure,
lyrics pitcher, spitting for papes to get richer,
much glitter, the fitter, the dough getter,
rock no rock, but I got my block, check my stocks,
I am back with the plain thing, the main theme, is props.




























