mad man

how many keys do I have?, plenty, my women pretty! they dress sexy? get hella bent, high and drunk wit a gorgeous face, I be the godfather, city, pace... already won this race, am first? intelligent, Louis vest, am back at it, like a crack addict,.. back rapping, trying to tap into my core, trying to tap it raw, am hardcore, from the dance floor, to the palace I own. to the new drop, itz the god!!? I makes it rain, stain in my brain, it was nut on her head, $tuck on stupid!, though trying to be brilliant. check out these real writtens, a thug poet is what you bout to witness, the beginning and the end so I got no weakness, I am of greatness, watch my hair change, from a desert full of cactus to wavy hair to go wit the status, plus the sparkling diamonds, and the women, but still pulling out the pen? a real m.c. , a legend? at the bridge, mad diamonds on my wrist! clever a real rapper, snow? summer, the number one stunner, back! new L-p, Lord help me? am a str8 g, slick, smooth and suave, in love wit twat, in love wit her, in her dress!, black, skin, ..and hair black, a track you need to play back? I've heard enough rap....Biggie, all of that, am the Streets, the new fly, the new owl, mad man the track asking me why? I rap to yal, I been rapping all my life. and trying to bring that old thing back,...(I'm trying to bring that old thing back!!!)(x?)