--------- Writing with a spray can----------
The block is hot
My flow is still ol' school
flows still so pro
still dealin' in the dark
away from the po-po
paper trailin', keepin my wrists both on froze
Keepin' fat cats on they tipy toes
Phone ringin' so hard, I put ministers on hold
Girls still whine 'bout "when is he ever gon' grow"
& my reply, "Im young till the day I fold"
My shines so intense, the writings in my book still glow
the way I chop heads keep you entertained, call me Russel Crow
the lyrical violator, rhymerator, but y'coul call me gladiator
Personify metaphors, shoot with no heat scanner
Am I Duncan McCloud or am I Highlander
Im neither, just a deadly philander
with a killer prick, ha,aha
I never die, I just wake up in coffins
leap frog through time, leave 'em talkin'
and when I resurrect I just begin head choppin'
so you coul' call me Viktor in Underworld
Lichens and Vampires are surreal in my world
Kinda like believers and atheists to a priest
the line is vivid like Jesus and the Beast
but Im that line in my words on a beat
Can your hear me are you deaf or do you see
and when you do, do you question or believe
tough question aint it, but don’t you love the way I paint it
the colors so vivid from the way I cock & aim it
Im both the William.S on the stage in your head
and the Van.G sketchin out the venue with a clutch lead
When what you see makes sense, thats where I make my bread
call me insane with words, I say its just food for thought
I say readin this, you sitting on a table eatin' with the boss
But you might have to read it twice, just so it sound right
I dont even need props coz I know its tight
I rhyme hot like girls from Porto
The kick in J’s beats leave you spinnin’ like Eddie Gordo
& Oh my lord everytime I swing sword
Cant believe I GET PROPS FROM MA-LORD
-------------the ink pen kingpin-------------------
