this one is gunna go ova ya heads unless i give some lyrics this a dedication to a father who taught his son to honor Gods who bring rain and thunder garner you cant use a gun to harm a dude wearin under armour smoke a BLUNT in TRAUMA alarm ya like "age just a number momma" she said "remember you can never run from karma" she that sleezy tramp that you cant help but rub on like the genies lamp give this cracker his cheese like a quesadilla (age) just a number? you a fake Aaliyah, and id hate to be ya! think your fly till u crash and die like her through eyesight i watch my life blur alone with this sickness, i dwell wit the flu people talk shit, i can tell when its true what, you aint know i went to hell and its cool? said im keepin my sole (soul) but ill sell him my shoe (body) saw a bright white light, fell for the hue fuck CRAZY im more like ELMERS with glue this awesome speech made quantum leaps but people couldnt see my conscience speaks rhyming my schemes, but i was deprived of my dreams like i had haunted sleeps i just wanted VA-lidity how i didnt rely on gettin high for my creativity like that guy dude said all he need's to hit a dro spliff when his hidden motive was to sniff a snow drift bags beneath his eyes, an itty bitty blemish strung out till he dies the kid'l be Jimi Hendrix SCOTT NO STORCH the way im living gimme 10 chicks! ima HOT BLOW TORCH your flows them mini FEM bics lackin lighter fluid, biter this writers lucid they all love me its like i got a ...
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