and again..

[Ro J. Simpson]

who you know flow like me?
i spread like half  key's
one string and im strung
well hung, proportioned like the sun
till my eyes roll out like pieces off a crumb
i'll take whats there at a piece n' a half
its all commendable like pythagoras's math
now the old script dun thrown in the trash
been got, caught back in the game
styles is lame, my honours denote my name
tempo still kinda high imported like a narcotic
a shining star makes feed for my logic
as confusion burrows in the illusional optic/
dreams came alive in the times of adolescense/
apply twice and sit back n feel the essence/
my application is tanjible to the manuscript
but my moves is a descendant from a dark angelist/
psychologically it proves to be improbable
hypothetically it's startin to look mandible
its easy to sleep on a line-up like mine/
inscripted is the key to make the mic stance blind/
meth told us to seek stimulation
but really its just a twisted provocation/
to which i make my exclamation a clarification!/
it all comes down to game set n match
lik a 12 year contract no strings attached/
so attention y'all grab ya stacks/
wallets, guns phat sacks n plaque's/
its a cold vision of the ground called digital sound/
and come see the revolution start northward bound
as the dilated ppls.. every movements starts underground

haha...peace