Ay yo Alyssa, they listening for the vividness when I kick it It's limitless, sitting in this predicament This is feelin ridiculous, isn't it? You are livin with me attempting to be even more mean and vicious Witnesses statements are gon' be needed the way I see it If this isn't me then it's just another reason to cut the leash And be the MVP of the season It's needless to say I mean it, I'm heated Leading a legion of Phoenix into your region See me here and I'm teaching the genius's how to be The believeable leaders in the immediate My receipt is the little proof that I needed The visual and the scenic The literal and the meaning of killing a beat and eating it Throw me a clip to load it in, hold it while I'm controlling this Open the Coca Cola can, broken, hopeless and older than Moping, choking, and folding when I approach him and smoke him then Told that I am Street Light, I heard he never spoke again The goal that we're setting is indefinite, deafen whatever lesson the pessimist Would embed in the head of whoever letting 'em get in it Within seconds, affectively resurrect where the mecca was and Correcting the wreckage of what they left of it Never was given the benefit, just the doubt Still without the heavy leverage to measure, we level out And then proceed keep passing 'em, easily out lasting 'em Speak with a smart mouth when they're lacking head to match it All the limits that we laughed at Every living minute given to the tracks that we'd be shitting if we half assed But didn't, cause sitting back and finishing fast is a fast track To sitting in back, getting finished, flash back To beginning it, grinning with the last laugh Couldn't back your front, now you're witnessing it's backlash Wwitching from a class act to the class clown So hang your back pack rapper in the back and sit your ass down Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com