Sour Diesel
• Written by QM
Fueled by Sour Diesel,
colors planets like an easel,
THC May free you, be you,
young or old, some are bold,
others hold their humility in
too high of esteem, I mean,
the point of this I'll never see,
we could be, rich or poor, if
less is more, less weed please,
my mind would be appeased,
sit back and hit another tree,
funnily enough, the lighter
got the world lit more sunnily,
funding me habit takes three
million a week hence my
microphone fees, yet Sour D
makes me sting the mic like a B,
rightfully seen to rhyme mightily,
skill high to me yet it hasn't even
peaked, still my Pow is over nine
thou, rhymes blow your mind out,
I aim to get you signed out, lined out,
in a single file line, one at a time, until
my flow leaves you all behind. This is
just how I unwind, this is fun, it's just
begun, you had your shot like a gun,
rushing to get your chance at this
Russian roulette, but from when we met
my win was set, get in your head, in sight
of your psyche, toy with your ego, then
your a-freud to fight me, take the crown
rightly, QM is the best, king of the dragons,
even banged the dragonness.
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QM
Member since February 10 2015