Jepa Snow
Jepa Snow

11/1/2018

11/1/2018

28 Plays

01 Nov 2018

so what happened to rhythm and poetry? socially its lost it potency. with all that mumbling everybody's stumbling jumbling and fumbling. that just means I gotta double down. acting like a clown, Cuz I gotta get out my town. feels like I'm gonna drown. but when it get me down I just pick up the mic, and I roll the dice ain't it nice? getting ahead with no lice do you get it? nah you fucking pathetic this is genetic a little kinetic I turn it into a fetish while grinding them ledges and burning them hedges no you didn't expect this. if you missed it you'd just be another statistic getting hit with ballistics from my verbal linguistics the critics be pissed then as I load up the disses straight up rags to riches no pity for snitches or bitches. manifesting my whole life with this gift of rhyme. till the end of time that's right. x3 As I gravitate to a different state of mind. Can't waste no time. like a fine wine distilled and aged. I've been caged. locked up in cellar you'll see I'll be living life stellar.

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6 years ago

Here are my scores: Bars: 8/10 Delivery: 5/10 Impression: 7/10

6 years ago

Here are my scores: Bars: 7/10 Delivery: 10/10 Impression: 9/10

6 years ago

so what happened to rhythm and poetry? socially its lost it potency. with all that mumbling everybody's stumbling jumbling and fumbling. that just means I gotta double down. acting like a clown, Cuz I gotta get out my town. feels like I'm gonna drown. but when it get me down I just pick up the mic, and I roll the dice ain't it nice? getting ahead with no lice do you get it? nah you fucking pathetic this is genetic a little kinetic I turn it into a fetish while grinding them ledges and burning them hedges no you didn't expect this. if you missed it you'd just be another statistic getting hit with ballistics from my verbal linguistics the critics be pissed then as I load up the disses straight up rags to riches no pity for snitches or bitches. manifesting my whole life with this gift of rhyme. till the end of time that's right. x3 As I gravitate to a different state of mind. Can't waste no time. like a fine wine distilled and aged. I've been caged. locked up in cellar you'll see I'll be living life stellar.

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