nice...motley...
hehehehehe...
it's one kinda muda fuca nuccah
The sound i spit is never counterfeit, so I'm proud of it.
It's unique, sometimes too deep..so i drown a bit.
I stay fly even when I'm down, like a trouser zip.
Punchlines come in numbers like an abacus. You can count on it..
Ahead of the heads so my head needs a crown on it
made of thorns will suffice for this sacrifice.I'm bound to it.
I'm Mohamed, hip hop came to me like the mountain did
Spend my days decoding messages from Cannibal Ox. I found the scripts.
But this game can weigh you down from the inside..like a pound of shit
But you can't get yourself to quit when it come down to it..
But latitude determines attitude..so i light a thousand spliffs
and stay high above the rest. I won't come down like the towers did...