West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Ro J. Simpson on December 08, 2001, 05:10:17 PM
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ayo, oh shit i was drunk again when i was writin this..i corrected the spelling mistake(s) in the morning..check this..it makes no sense.....
i got the supreme team crusin blocks from here to paris
who wudda thought it be rollin in somethin so lavish
when im holdin every moment is magic/ i gather the frantic/
put em in a pan-dip and make small things that disappear become gigantic/
my average 3-point-shot holds ends like mosaics's romantic/
these flows that blow east is ice cold, en route atlantic/
this mic fiends my clutch some would say that was much
but everythin i touch is lust which ammends what i bust/
so hold up mutha'fuckez talkin double dutch/
rise like the synth and let the bassline adjust/
corner em touchline proffesinal like starksy and hutch/
flee the area likw hoe's runnin from 5-0
got a dog in the back mad mask thats called mi-lo
get lifted all day washed up memories of dee-loc
for y'all that dont know? mutha fuckaz thats the wash/
this thing came back a couple streets and mosh like seven crotch/
i sever the nerve the spinal chord dis-erector/
if i see that its mine i make small angles close the sector/
sometimes if its close ill take2nd place thats fo sholo/
soon ill rule be friends with world leaders like the man bono
peace and beer ;D
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lol i liked it, I should try to write rhymes when im drunk, if they'll turn out as cool like yours I might really have a chance on here lol ;D
~peaCe~