Lol I thought I was a rapper in this one.
Shadowboxing with the freaks of the night
What a sight, but I’m not in fright
I quickly rip thru the pages of their lady like-
Tactics of practice, no gymnastics but I stretch these fingers alright
Writing is so deadly that its ghost type
Outta control, don’t know what hap-pens with ease
Homies
Don’t squeeze your grip so tight, ain’t no orange juice where I be
I float between the lines
Fly between the keys
Hover over your rhymes, I see no one’s deader than me
I killed the skill a long time ago
Wrote all the best rhymes, you know
My vivid and livid imagery killed me, my time to go
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