revival.
yoyoyoup to the jingle of the bell,
problem is tough and irritating as hell,
lies under your breath i could smell,
you may keep quiet but i can tell,
haha, sorry to see the secret fell,
im no person you should man-handle with,
im fast and swift, like the sabre-tooth, teeth,
while crabbing this im listening to a deep beat,
the rap beat gives more to my anger heat,
im faster in dissing you with all this shit,
im talented in this you aint have a bit,
im standing up,but you ought to sit,
no one like you goes against me even thru a slit,
with my eyes shut i can punch till you bleed,
violence erupts when anger succeed,
too bad i've warned but you're blind to read,
the sign and tell-tales of your defeat,
now you're not a vegetable but a dead meat.
uhuhuhuhuh
let me go straight on this,
i cant help it but to feel piss,
over any nonsense that you seal with a kiss,
enough to get my arm moving and crack you with my fist,
i can roll on the cameras while im making a disc,
no money means no life for please.
the beat is dead,
and so is my head.
posted by decanoe @ 1:51 PM
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