Sunday, January 8, 2012

T.E.S.T. Rhymes 4

I'm so fresh and so clean like OutKast
Ya'll cannot outlast
I'm all about that
Paper, I'm so major, no manual labor
Shock you like a taser;call me Darth Vader
I let you burn slow like an inferno
This the type of flow that you need to learn though,
So yo nose don't grow, so stay on your toes,
Or I'll be set to put your ashes in an urn, yo
I'm still sublime, right?
You dudes got rhyme fright
Lotta dudes stealing in the night, call that a crime night
I'm so evil, so conceivable
Flow achievable, it's unbelievable

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