this is my first rap on site tell me your thoughts.
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multie killer.
mental invisions of times in prison brings backs memories that ill be never forgetting,
mind splitting like babana peels or sergery incisions, rap coalition had colissions in missions,
that ended up in hospital perscriptions, and 2 whips was leakin i aint talkin transmission,
so listen you think it was a wind strom the way money be flippin, pay attenchion,
and not to mention you get smoked and naw dawg i dont mean blunts, u get popped with the standerd handle 12 gauge pump,
thatll eat you for luch and tear away skin tissue, you think i was a guru the way theys lyrics up-lift you.
im like a hundred doller bill the way niggaz afta my face, take hast like a kamakazy mission takin place,
cause when im dropin grase shits tighter then a ballers shoes lace, lyrics turn to a quotable phrase and brew hate,
got profites by the case, smoke some profit to the face, cause weeds considered safe buts burning is the only sinners fate,
so why wait we going down in a basket but here shits drastic end goin down in a cascet, thats why we blast shit,
never look apon the past shit, thats just mashed shit got money stretched like elastic they call this the classic,
cause this is better then my last hits, more then ever, more then clever, drop more bombs then rainy wheather,
these niggaz faker then pleather and move more wheight then feathers, the golden child nigga now tell me whos better!!!!
