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when i spit, the words: they glisten cause where i'm from all the birds say "listen" and what the fuck is that suppose to mean? i don't respond to emoticons or emotions what a notion, as your brain pans through the locomotion a key mouse and pad is said spoken, my friends do this the peg you with one ways, i got your message late....i was still on the subway and people, they don't laugh anymore they use acronyms to make their opinions known this why i might stay home for the next couple weeks and retreat to my forms of beats, rhymes and life i lift up the phone like every fucking night Jim Kenny: stop pushing those buttons all the time i use to be a baller, now i'm bringing my C game i know that my song is a screen name now girls love to be photographed this is a fact that can't be contested by the constraints of femininity in society it's not that far from how everyone's a DJ and how every single party is destined to be great my bulletin board is on the baller block another chopper, stalker from calling it holler-talk to the dude with the novel tattoos, you know played out: outside, played out: inside stay out in nights, pageants streets of rays whisper in my ear about the beats on stage and don't blow me off like a dandelion man, he tried to tell me that his DJ crew was incredible, you know... hyphy!!! see i really don't get what that means out of context but either way, misassociate songs with sex and talk to me like russel right on my death day you make me wanna tussle with a bed frame like... my checking styles forward like Mike Peca right rip, tight lip with hi-sticks up i met a girl at the states i wanted to pick up so i'm like "Baby, let me be yr glowing puck " and she says "WTF?" in terms of abbreviation that's when i say my cellphones biller's a mess but i get pass stress through a keyboard press and meet girls on the internet that wanna get blessed and i met one the other day, she was too hood to true she was too good to be new....goods so i ran her through the scanner of my choice i held her like a banner for my boys i think she checks out like a Betty Ford, Eddie Whore"s mettle with my gerbils, send my basses of the board i face a rancor, a matron at a store to base myspace with graces is the paces i award ya! |
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