Once upon a rhyme I met this dope flow... soothin to my senses, shorty cud rock so i rolled.. Wit her, Mister...Ice Cold followed his nose, on a lyric-driven road exact change on the tolls... perfection.
Shorty made sense way too soon, no difficulty as if i knew her... She was so easy a caveman could do her... Gave my pen Geico, All State for the page... driven circles round the lines, insured switchin lanes.
She gave me metaphors in fives n sixes, simlies by the dozen, imprisoned and wishless was my writer's block- My night Lite laid nines to my glocks and then ticks to my tocks... all i ever needed was a rhyme and reason, feeel like rhymes before her I was bein cheated.. never seen a flow like this before...
whether mic pen or qwerty, i need some more...
Gimme some.
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