Thursday, July 9, 2009

flossing to the tradamus

death to the dictator, God is great
I'm not in Iran, but I care about their fate
icons green
and police brutality visibly seen


politicking like Pelosi,
top model like a go see,
I'm five eight but a myspace model i'm not what I'm trying to be,
but the truth is what I what to see,
rappers lying like the CIA,
spitting for some waterboarding,
sending ignorance is all our burden

If we can agree one thing
slavery was beyond obscene
but there's still people like Steve King
who won't acknowledge and are still not keen


meet me and want to join my gang,
got more people following me than Arirang,
flipping like a gymnast,
my hype is bubbling like a chemist,
put on a gas mask
please dont call it swag
but if had to ask
they say like MJ, I'm the new Bad


I'm brushing,
flossing to the tradamus,
getting out the plaque of wack MCs,
they cant even freestyle so they're casket, dead to me.
New Orleans bury over ground,
I listen to that underground
back to the 90s and that even now,
that chi-town loft party ghettotech
and that basement house you better bet


if I can fit my size then I buy,
cause I think all clothes are unisize
and if you disagree then it's all is lies
he wears my pants,
I wear his shirts,
don't complain, they say fashion hurts

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