Friday 2 March 2012

yadda yadda

I know the time
So I compose a rhyme
To show a fine
Line between
Free-styling
And
Written shit
And spitting it
Like it’s legitimate
I’m swinging and hitting it
Every date at the plate
With the ball as your face
Yadda yadda this doesn’t mean shit to me……..

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