Let the one and twos spin, I begin with sentence,
blend poetry with rhythm, I let the beats hit the fan,
I witness what is going on the street my man,
the peeps peep my paragraphs, no gun blast or getting knocked,
no dealing with crooked cops, the rugged ritual of cultural digital scroll,
the mathematics, never passive, live vibe bringer,
the known grammer slinger, the lines inker,
dope thoughts I quote got mad cats provoked,
they simply can not cope with the rhythm,
poetry flowing like a river through Egypte,
rhyme even it is sun shine or a eclipse,
It ain't no secret, The endangered spieces from garden of Eden,
hail Haile Sallahsi, I kick to chicks speaking Farsi,
From here to Nyc got on lock, and clock like the dealers on the block,
spots packed with thugs, I drop the raps to make the dreams mine,
I do not bug, homes, leave the chrome at home, I am off the hook like a telephone,
the style I master, the techniques the wiz kid utilize,
wilder profile and watch the pot pile.
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