Gather up here and get me circled
Like the round I take to turn over
When done spitting what I spat to kill tension
And here I still take turn to tell story of my on making
Which could a fact or a fixed function
It feels a suiting time to start bleeding of words from my sliver servant
Slipping smoothly one after another on a cool standard
Never have to pay my mouth to be my good producer
But from my glottal state the miracle started
Down to palatal plate it's negotiated
And it slips fall on my tongue
That sounds productive
Which means my teeth are strong enough to restrain the pressure
Absorbing all the heat to release a good formation
That looks legit and quite subordinating
And I didn't kill myself trying to pick a diction
No I'm only fit in the game so it plays my way I don't have stretch
Highly I hover but some think I burn lots of time to make it pulling
Not knowing that I have never started not to talk of trying
Before I figuring what way to start the pulling
your palaver you should mind or lose your mind before I'm started
Seduce your means of thought to go recession
Since you can read my mind to know my setting
It's most of you to reboot your system
For your format is little baby enough to grab my setting
That's why I stay ready with my powder dry
For tomorrow may crash at today's place
So she will never have come so I'll slip up to Paradise
To sleep the rest of it without
Eviction!
©Racecourz
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