This that; 60-seconds-and-I’m-gone-shit

This that; 60-seconds-and-I’m-gone-shit

Som sagt.. inne i en era där jag bara kan skriva snabbt; och en aning snabbt shiznit... ingen waste av punches maybe; kollar knappt igenom skriver o glider; that's that shit. Läs och kommentera oxå, cuz I kno' u're peepin' this;



Fuck remainin’ silence, I Break the silence//
You’re not hot, you’re lame, I’m in flames; blazin’ fire//
You suck; if your shit ain’t played, it’s bited//
And your sessions are garbage, if I ain’t invited//
No tank top on, but I’m a white wife-beater//
Only Adidas, cuz I don’t like Nike sneakers//
They find me too jocular, want me to write deeper//
Until they find out that Eitee K equals Mindkeeper//
Serious or swaggin’; I don’t mind either//
Fuck you or respect me – tho’ I don’t like reamers//
Get off my dick, if you’re not a bitch, I just want -
- props, that’s it; I ain’t no fuckin’ hype-seeker//
Wordsmith; I keystyle, and still I work magic//
Bang hoes, cuz my girl’s nasty; now guess my third habit?//
Yea that’s right; we light reefer//, so my way IS –
- the highway; The Grey Hound – call him rhyme-speeder//
Fuck moral; I ain’t trynna be some kind preacher//
I live loco; plus I’ve beaten up three of my teachers//
And everything except beef with the principal//, was against –
My principles, peace is ridiculous; I’m my own leader//
Now I’ve quit school, spendin’ cake on neck and wrist jewels//
And some rings, too; try to reach ‘em, and I grip tool//
Too much of that piff ‘n’ booz, turn a Kurd into a sick fool//
Couple minutes from start to finish; so I just swish through//





My clock just stopped.. fuck typin' it's too slow for me..


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