Hey_19-11

I got u high like meth I'm all in your intilect taking your mind frying your brain like bacon no faking to the top of the game all the way to the last page no phrase on stage tearing up on a rampage sorta like a orangatang I go apes dre be in the place laced cut the tape the chase I took first rank suckas i shake like mj in the paint there go the fade away from far away I'm here to stay say what u wanna say when I kickbu in the ass talking bout I cant rap everyday I find something to write so what I aint tight but I continue striking these kites here's a line no lie my mind be in the sky stuck in the clouds saying what ever comes out my mouth exactly what I'm talking about now my own stlye how Im my own crowd I could listen to my own music chop up in any topic dont knock the attempt at least I could say I did what I know even those who didn't like my poetry its OK tomorrows payday