My Style
Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 12:15 pm
My style is a reaction from to much dro
I know to much, if i told you, your mind might blow
Flow so cold, if i spit fire it might just snow
Let's make a deal like an 80's game show
Whoa hold on and don't let go
A cynical saint who might go psycho on the mic so
i spit rhythms and venom all day into streetlight glows
I'm spitting hot bars my life ignites though
Give up my mind, access my insanity
it's as if profanity pays off financially
Killustrators are coming with a gang of styles
bang and slang, hear the bass bumping for miles
A sinners mind with the soul of a saint
I represent what you aint
Participate when you can’t
I attack, quick, with zero restraint
I can do whatever I want without having to think
you can hate, I’ll laugh my ass all the way to the bank
lyrics indestructible just call 'em a tank
I’m emotionally blank
I’ve got no morals, I’ve barely got a soul
you wonder why we sit back and pack a bowl
why do I try to modify my flow
I’m out control on the run with nowhere to go
Because I fear what the future holds
I float along in a country filled with lost souls
it’s hard to sail a ship that’s riddled with holes
getting high so I don’t feel lows
staring at the clock wondering where the time goes
I know to much, if i told you, your mind might blow
Flow so cold, if i spit fire it might just snow
Let's make a deal like an 80's game show
Whoa hold on and don't let go
A cynical saint who might go psycho on the mic so
i spit rhythms and venom all day into streetlight glows
I'm spitting hot bars my life ignites though
Give up my mind, access my insanity
it's as if profanity pays off financially
Killustrators are coming with a gang of styles
bang and slang, hear the bass bumping for miles
A sinners mind with the soul of a saint
I represent what you aint
Participate when you can’t
I attack, quick, with zero restraint
I can do whatever I want without having to think
you can hate, I’ll laugh my ass all the way to the bank
lyrics indestructible just call 'em a tank
I’m emotionally blank
I’ve got no morals, I’ve barely got a soul
you wonder why we sit back and pack a bowl
why do I try to modify my flow
I’m out control on the run with nowhere to go
Because I fear what the future holds
I float along in a country filled with lost souls
it’s hard to sail a ship that’s riddled with holes
getting high so I don’t feel lows
staring at the clock wondering where the time goes