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This my first joint, I'll get to the point I AM's Phiwrit and I am 'bout to anoint The mic, spell it right, Phiwrit That's a Pirate written in Phi glyphs P-H-I W-R-I-T Rhyme in Peace to my man Zoe Cassidy 'bout to go H.A.M Bohemian Rhaps on me If you're feelin' sweet get the tooth to cracking Lift your heel of feet with Root Beer and Kraken Coming in bombastic elastic Tentacle ******* Fantastically drastic one hint none-at-all could stop me If I want to float I'll drop ice cream No flaunt or gloat will stop my dream Jew Kid LuSiD O sleep walking New bid you hid so stop talking I'm not off nodding, just bar soldering Together a word weapon for bard's slaughtering Of Weak emcees get weak in knees, fodder sing it loud. Smoke it proud if allowed oughta bring A pound to smoke, and a pound for blokes my pound drops you choke I'll make that coke I Am's famished lamb through whom He spoke I Am's alchemist hand so Jew's suit bespoke Isn't it beautiful! "What is he woke?" This isn't conscious rap what g wrote What you need notes I just take tokes Spin reel raw this kid veal real spoke Isn't it beautiful! "What is he woke?" This isn't conscious rap what g wrote What you need notes I just take tokes Spin reel raw this kid veal real spoke Who the **** is this enraging Holy Spirit towards scorn in the crack of dawning 'bout to leave your whole fam mourning swipe the gold from your lies, leave you weak emcees to die This the verbal molotov, tongue's a cunning kalishnokov No rushing for roulette without 32 red spot leave your tops popped off minus the maseltov watch your Bay, Hasselhoff, don't try to hassle, nah, on the stripper pole I'll smack your ****** tassels off Strip you whole rip a new hole raw Your crew give this Jew hip-hop-hoorah pass the hookah bowl has a whole oz of ***** Pass the hash on ash let's get to toking some I ain't a quaint token bet but a vet potent sum I got 99 balloons you ain't yet poking one Sit your *** down son, no tsun-tsu But by now you can tell I've son'd you I know exactly who's behind who fund you But I Am too into my grind to even run you Sit your *** down son, no tsun-tsu But by now you can tell I've son'd you I know exactly who's behind who fund you But I Am too into my grind to even run you I've been ***** torture taped up, agape; Sup! Five my brown eye violated, by a guy I hate, uhg, then my mind grind down by amphetamine design. ********* thought wiles stomp step-son's shine, 18 years later survived, re-up, rep RUN, thrive. My steel guise steal eyes of these evil powers, Though it been a while still hold my inner child. Real cold, don't feel bold, though my soul Israel gold, Brought to keel o'er by Toyota RAV4 Leaf Blower. I Am Leaf Hear Me Roar, the poem I wrote before Back in grade 6. Yo I was hated, knew I was fated, My mind, God made it, memory faded, spirit elated. These lines, amazing, aether affinity pacing. Style Simpletons simply speak sprocket simile My mild meta-core makes metaphor mechanically Alas all abysmal alliteration alludes automatically Don't point your automat at me in laundromat Don't pack no gat bust rust carry on, yo, hepcats Nothing you send my way disuades or set back I'll keep spitting until I get my *** back Don't point your automat at me in laundromat Don't pack no gat bust rust carry on, yo, hepcats Nothing you send my way disuades or set back I'll keep spitting until I get my *** back (Home...) As I roam and write in my dome's tome This just a piece that I've shown OM
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 4:25 PM UTC
Orpheus
This my first joint, I'll get to the point I AM's Phiwrit and I am 'bout to anoint The mic, spell it right, Phiwrit That's a Pirate written in Phi glyphs P-H-I W-R-I-T Rhyme in Peace to my man Zoe Cassidy 'bout to go H.A.M Bohemian Rhaps on me If you're feelin' sweet get the tooth to cracking Lift your heel of feet with Root Beer and Kraken Coming in bombastic elastic Tentacle ******* Fantastically drastic one hint none-at-all could stop me If I want to float I'll drop ice cream No flaunt or gloat will stop my dream Jew Kid LuSiD O sleep walking New bid you hid so stop talking I'm not off nodding, just bar soldering Together a word weapon for bard's slaughtering Of Weak emcees get weak in knees, fodder sing it loud. Smoke it proud if allowed oughta bring A pound to smoke, and a pound for blokes my pound drops you choke I'll make that coke I Am's famished lamb through whom He spoke I Am's alchemist hand so Jew's suit bespoke Isn't it beautiful! "What is he woke?" This isn't conscious rap what g wrote What you need notes I just take tokes Spin reel raw this kid veal real spoke Isn't it beautiful! "What is he woke?" This isn't conscious rap what g wrote What you need notes I just take tokes Spin reel raw this kid veal real spoke Who the **** is this enraging Holy Spirit towards scorn in the crack of dawning 'bout to leave your whole fam mourning swipe the gold from your lies, leave you weak emcees to die This the verbal molotov, tongue's a cunning kalishnokov No rushing for roulette without 32 red spot leave your tops popped off minus the maseltov watch your Bay, Hasselhoff, don't try to hassle, nah, on the stripper pole I'll smack your ****** tassels off Strip you whole rip a new hole raw Your crew give this Jew hip-hop-hoorah pass the hookah bowl has a whole oz of ***** Pass the hash on ash let's get to toking some I ain't a quaint token bet but a vet potent sum I got 99 balloons you ain't yet poking one Sit your *** down son, no tsun-tsu But by now you can tell I've son'd you I know exactly who's behind who fund you But I Am too into my grind to even run you Sit your *** down son, no tsun-tsu But by now you can tell I've son'd you I know exactly who's behind who fund you But I Am too into my grind to even run you I've been ***** torture taped up, agape; Sup! Five my brown eye violated, by a guy I hate, uhg, then my mind grind down by amphetamine design. ********* thought wiles stomp step-son's shine, 18 years later survived, re-up, rep RUN, thrive. My steel guise steal eyes of these evil powers, Though it been a while still hold my inner child. Real cold, don't feel bold, though my soul Israel gold, Brought to keel o'er by Toyota RAV4 Leaf Blower. I Am Leaf Hear Me Roar, the poem I wrote before Back in grade 6. Yo I was hated, knew I was fated, My mind, God made it, memory faded, spirit elated. These lines, amazing, aether affinity pacing. Style Simpletons simply speak sprocket simile My mild meta-core makes metaphor mechanically Alas all abysmal alliteration alludes automatically Don't point your automat at me in laundromat Don't pack no gat bust rust carry on, yo, hepcats Nothing you send my way disuades or set back I'll keep spitting until I get my *** back Don't point your automat at me in laundromat Don't pack no gat bust rust carry on, yo, hepcats Nothing you send my way disuades or set back I'll keep spitting until I get my *** back (Home...) As I roam and write in my dome's tome This just a piece that I've shown OM
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 4:25 PM UTC
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