ye i can budaa thru that penetration, with my mind closed like deep processed thoughts
taking over the wack flows
you feel it, sounds like some rhyme on a pro show
that´s why you mis read it
blinded by the tightness of the ledge-know
the illest, got aids patient feeling healed
my rhymes tempo moderate, like maximum ammonia yield
the game is done, no 50 cent coins permitted, we spitting the real
causing dammage like jeru but with ma**ive kasi skill for real
you couldnt disable this emcee with bombsquad on your side,
i´m too tight like shoe laces that are hard tied
you feel the heat it´s because you ´bout to be fried
like kasi chicken street bried on taxi ranks
like memory banks, i make emcees reminesce
about the old days when they were highschool adoloscents....
