I never met a rapper that was NOT an actor?, or could spell for that mater, its chapter after chapter, of the foolish factors of classless babblers, talking the talk, stalking the block, with no knots in their pockets, locking the flock, to the same ol dumb **** its redundancy in abundance, its fun, its the fumbling and stumbling of an idiot on the run, on my sentences with cleverish senses, commencing a commitment to the trenches, of my solo sessions, of the same ol dumb ****
Same old dim wit, running this **** into the ground, making a name, and destroying the sound, in profound love of my ol dim-lit town of drowning suns, and hippie drums, rain bound, in howl to a moon that seldom makes it through, but when it do, it means more to you, to be continued ...
Never mind im through.
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 11:23 PM UTC
I never met a rapper that was NOT an actor?, or could spell for that mater, its chapter after chapter, of the foolish factors of classless babblers, talking the talk, stalking the block, with no knots in their pockets, locking the flock, to the same ol dumb **** its redundancy in abundance, its fun, its the fumbling and stumbling of an idiot on the run, on my sentences with cleverish senses, commencing a commitment to the trenches, of my solo sessions, of the same ol dumb ****
Same old dim wit, running this **** into the ground, making a name, and destroying the sound, in profound love of my ol dim-lit town of drowning suns, and hippie drums, rain bound, in howl to a moon that seldom makes it through, but when it do, it means more to you, to be continued ...
Never mind im through.
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