Friday, March 23, 2012

My rhymes.

I know where fiends be at and I am not straped yet, no time for side bets, I rather slide in coupe instead, hooping like free throws and more hype hits and type to spit hard, I fight punks from here to Island, in mean time keep my rhymes piling, wild styles to pitch and next snitch to diss, listen up no nosing in biz, 

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