Twister rap freestyle

Twister rap freestyle, paece and love, war and die, Johatsu rap street life, you don’t call it as crime to be far this night at unknown Fahrenheit, oh no, no woman no cry, I break the timeline. See the crack on woody tables, feeling burn or ice? Nuts were hitten with the bottom of a spray by blondie angels, They looks like cheap rare chips, shut up a second please, he rap like spitting dreams loading on cargos cheese and strip teases. Cleopatra streatch to pose on pyramids blocks, fucks like getting me by slavery and hard my cock, I streach to reach by feat and hands all the blocks, in my hands like “the world is your” as a psychic loop that shock my head, in these cocktails all the colours, from blackberry, to screen in pieces innovation, to cell kho kho, my technology ring ring just over a colossus, bla bla critics cover shitting shit everything looking like our logo, in the blocks with broken windows there were crazy crocodiles under the powder chewing vanilla, waiting time, time is killer if you wait so far it’s like the instant when a prodator hit the prey. there is not boundary around twister blocks like ignotes witches make them appear every time they want; we live these multiverses since before of creation, like the big bang of Johatsu rap in any hidden radio station. Johatsu rap Black bar.