Simply Perfection
Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 4:55 am
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USrz10vELUo
Wanna Rumble with the Zone huh?
ehhh
all I do is dream high thinkin' I've seen life
mix green like yellow and blue, never be like
these types similies is literally mean right?
I leave like the wind to the trees might
see I never compared myself to the wee types
to the knee heighth I kick that ballsy shit
somethin' ornery, sick, somethin' you won't always get
kinda like the P u...s s...y cuz u lack all these kicks
my flows so sweet I could just model each spit
I could sit on a sentence for 4 years like Tradegy Khadafi did
I'm like coffee mixed with a shot of adrenaline
a pessimist sittin' on the ledge wishin' the end was quick
whatever it is y'all couldn't count me out with a measurin' stick
if you sir's come sized up to me then I'm severin' pricks
the letterin' is different from the types of sights isolated
so in a ink blot test you'd see things like a mic grow blazed with
all types of flame minus the burn like I'm a psycho, might blow, face it
write so basic, yet keep thoughts on my lines like white blow laced with
lyrical matter, your spiritual's batter'd strip'd of it's aviation
chicken wing, get the crazy placement, I could take each statement
if they fake each raisin, then they whine bout their daily basis
get your (bran)d up without then 2 scoops you just smilin' son
wilin' son, I ain't even goin' to keep it up this is childish....one!!!!!
Wanna Rumble with the Zone huh?
ehhh
all I do is dream high thinkin' I've seen life
mix green like yellow and blue, never be like
these types similies is literally mean right?
I leave like the wind to the trees might
see I never compared myself to the wee types
to the knee heighth I kick that ballsy shit
somethin' ornery, sick, somethin' you won't always get
kinda like the P u...s s...y cuz u lack all these kicks
my flows so sweet I could just model each spit
I could sit on a sentence for 4 years like Tradegy Khadafi did
I'm like coffee mixed with a shot of adrenaline
a pessimist sittin' on the ledge wishin' the end was quick
whatever it is y'all couldn't count me out with a measurin' stick
if you sir's come sized up to me then I'm severin' pricks
the letterin' is different from the types of sights isolated
so in a ink blot test you'd see things like a mic grow blazed with
all types of flame minus the burn like I'm a psycho, might blow, face it
write so basic, yet keep thoughts on my lines like white blow laced with
lyrical matter, your spiritual's batter'd strip'd of it's aviation
chicken wing, get the crazy placement, I could take each statement
if they fake each raisin, then they whine bout their daily basis
get your (bran)d up without then 2 scoops you just smilin' son
wilin' son, I ain't even goin' to keep it up this is childish....one!!!!!