let It flow

ye let it flow, let it go deep as a milf who's damn in heat. move it so, as you had to scratch and fasty spit on it. my verses sometimes can be pure over this lyrical blasphemies, could i find some exscuse? what about it? i write many alchemies. am i a rithmical scientist? or a mystical genius? everything there is in your mind, put it down as rhymes taking form. Are you gone mad after your last arrest? for real? have a rest, drop your guns, cause you gotta turn your gun - bullets in love flowers. being mad, damn, writing rhymes on the jails walls, hell, look at this dude, he's smoking weed, it looks like a brain storm... let's check out what comes into my mind while this disc warms. Musically rhyming, and aiming my next rythmical bars. Just before it's gone done, i'm drawing many rhymes as a graffiti full of salt. i'm a little bit off the chain or better to say off the law. gonna gain some respect, on this rap music for not fall down. My last love was few years ago, so sad but about it but not at all/ gotta tell my story? why not! let me present, i'm Fow Low in art, so i keep getting you behind the back with these lovely punchlines. It's sharpned the way i keep talking about myself. While i start freestyling. Murdering it's no my scope, i just love quitting MC's with an line-spitting. while i turn off many dudes who wants to get me down from this stage. With full of rage you wish to diss me? make me a favour, feel this pace and dance with it, cause i ain't gonna loose time with you lost case ( joke )