umm... watever
Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 2:00 pm
well... not sure wat to do really lol.. its like im losing wat i've created.. huh? yea not sure wat i mean either ...watever
yea.. smoke-is-back, text~style(textile) cuz he broke-his-track/
and his record to choke-this-Crack n make his focus-wack/
sickest to be alive? nah im just mentally-ill/
an optic hitman.. opponents only sent-to-be-killed/
bring an intro that u never heard-words-in/
by the way.. im still speakin in third-person/
spit gay-pre-writes n have this-speech-to-be-babbled/
like daily-fights, i let my fists-reach-to-each-battle/
sense? no for some reason this sanity's-still-new/
lift this audience in confusion and let gravity-kill-u/
i bring the beef cuz i believe that the talk's-worth-violence/
only reason im called Smoke is cuz i bring an awkword-silence/
so i go insane and switch-it-up-a-bit/
to shut ur mouth and stitch-ur-upper-lip/
then leave ur jaw pierced to stop u from speakin-fluently/
distort ur memory the same way i weaken-true-emcees/
mine as well keep it 'mexican', bring 'diablo' and change EVIL-to-spanish/
anger manij'ment is growing, wonder how these people-will-"manage"/
demortifying bitches now im leaving u all in this-panic~ing-streak/
attention pendejos, callate la boca n let the hispanic-king-speak/
got this theory-designed in my clearly-pissed-mind to spit a furious-rhyme that'll cause a delirious time,so carry-this-line till i bury-misfinds into weary-less-crime////
there's only 2 left with Satan out of 3-men/
Thus the story begins..heh.. now its THE-END.
yea.. smoke-is-back, text~style(textile) cuz he broke-his-track/
and his record to choke-this-Crack n make his focus-wack/
sickest to be alive? nah im just mentally-ill/
an optic hitman.. opponents only sent-to-be-killed/
bring an intro that u never heard-words-in/
by the way.. im still speakin in third-person/
spit gay-pre-writes n have this-speech-to-be-babbled/
like daily-fights, i let my fists-reach-to-each-battle/
sense? no for some reason this sanity's-still-new/
lift this audience in confusion and let gravity-kill-u/
i bring the beef cuz i believe that the talk's-worth-violence/
only reason im called Smoke is cuz i bring an awkword-silence/
so i go insane and switch-it-up-a-bit/
to shut ur mouth and stitch-ur-upper-lip/
then leave ur jaw pierced to stop u from speakin-fluently/
distort ur memory the same way i weaken-true-emcees/
mine as well keep it 'mexican', bring 'diablo' and change EVIL-to-spanish/
anger manij'ment is growing, wonder how these people-will-"manage"/
demortifying bitches now im leaving u all in this-panic~ing-streak/
attention pendejos, callate la boca n let the hispanic-king-speak/
got this theory-designed in my clearly-pissed-mind to spit a furious-rhyme that'll cause a delirious time,so carry-this-line till i bury-misfinds into weary-less-crime////
there's only 2 left with Satan out of 3-men/
Thus the story begins..heh.. now its THE-END.