(sharpening his fangs)
rules
1: same beat
2: let it rip
(adjusting to the asbestos lined keyboard and mouse,precautionary fire hazard procedure,he utters...)
'i'm lost somewhere in the pulmonary vein D!so tell me where the beat at.)
this gonna be picnic man.my neck is hurtin.i keep tuggin at this leash.
(gettin his Ali on)
i float like space stations, sting like nerve gas.
tate i might as well use these lines to draw water for the flow of the track rite money?get it?'well', 'water', 'flow'.
i'm a beast right now...trust me u don't want problems.
ie, you heard the book of proverb rite?tite!agreed?well look at Mu's mic time as well...the Old and New Testament.
(shut up Munetsi your time gon' come).
ok nuff said.
(lyrically i'm Kingpinn's nephew.Uncle said i'm next in line and supposed to carry the torch till 2100+AD.)man i'm feelin like the statue of liberty.
I'M HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGRRRRRRRRRRRY.Oliver wants some more.u definitely kno it's gon' be 'Havoc'.now who's the 'Prodigy'.
lemme stop man.'i'm outta control'.
i'm silly wit da punchlines right now dun.
Neo...it's the inevitable :lol:
translate my name for em Tate.it's destiny.beyonce's back.
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