Saturday, April 18, 2009

Rhyme Rotations

when I touch a mic it turns to smoke
my rhymes burn like fire to make you choke
don't get too close cause you'll soon discover
you won't recover
rhymes so fresh you flat line to cardiac arrest
my words drippen wet with mad success
am smooth like a diamond
loud like a siren
still be spitten in my 60's
there's no retiren
am like quicksilver
got a sheen like silk
so fucken bad I can't help myself
striken like an assassin without you asken
I rotate like a revolution
burn out mics and leave exhaust pollution
am MC2 the only solution
my words work hard like prostitution
I'm dubblex
doing my microphone flex
with rhythmical reps
don't step to me cause I get vexed when I get upset

1 comment:

  1. I do like the words you choose for your rhymes


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