your rhyme divides time, in rewind they're blind lines of divine signs confined to a lifetime to shine and where others whine yours all align.
17:57
That's a sweet rhyme, Rhyme master Dan
Did you just coin that little phrase, right here and now
18:00
sure did
18:02
freestylings what your made for man, why are you packing boxes again and again. I haven't seen a black man spit lyrics quicker than your lips like you’re sick with magnetic oil in your system
18:04
You just get slicker and slicker, even quicker than my sister whens she onto her liquor.
18:04
and Flippen her off wouldn't even matter then, When we get in the minivan we'll make orangutans sound like a electric toothbrush or a moth
Omgoodness, I just started writing and those words came to my head, should have fed my head, with a more eloquent thread. Mum said, that dirt wouldn't taste so good, and look where it's got me, I should have listened to her I should
18:11
If I show you the finger, let it linger, just enough to sting ya, do you think ya could fight back and hit me like whitney, her cocaine and a rolled up 50?
18:21
I'd slide to 85 when she made her first album, they say I'm from the same fountain, when they found me they were astounded. Sounds like I'd take your rhyme for a ride, but I'm a gracious sort... and for that I'll be glorified
You'll be found dead in the middle of little italy and little did we know you didn't you diddly SQUAT
18:26
Atleast it's not little Siccily, where you'll find your body rot
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