pro-duc-tive

fast fred pro-duc-tive. thu the struggle runnin walkin pass your ass all my haters flipflopin im hip-hopin im only one man army you can't harm me like the army flow so cold im always chillin... switch the mood cuz i know you get moondy tooly drinking truly. I speak gospel right a novel my words speak inspiration they reasonate like thunder in the night im to fast thay cant keep up push rewind all copetition get lifted behind drinking wine. im chef boy or IE tow to tow ill bush your nose headbumpin when im bumpin.