Hey there

I like what your sanging

Wage? Fair?

Just cause you swangin

I need a mill

Can I do the same thang and get the loot

With a lute, i do cast you with my spell

Hypnotized, locked down like jail

The verse prevails

Enables me to alter thought patterns

The mad hatters tavern smoking herb well-making caps.
Breaking caps because there's no ceilings in the sense once you start making the cents.

I'm heaven sent thank the Lord for all my blessings

I'm heaven sent thank the Lord because he made me

I'm heaven sent with a scent of herb

Observe

How I twist words

Merge the verbs with the rest

Got a mistress to undress

I am the best

A hot mess at times

But the Divine is so fine

He holds me


Close to him I do win

Own the land one day so mostly I observe

Merge my thought patterns

Some would call me anti-social

But I break the body

Such a butterfly disguised like I'm evolved some sort of creature

Maybe a preacher

Maybe a teacher

But what do I know I just drow, spit the burning flow,hold my divine soul and spit the mighty winds that destroy these ***** fuckas soul

I tripped when sprinting so fast to success in a mess but I will still win

defeat will just be a thought I can reminisce.