spiritual 16
• Written by Myriad
i'm too sick niggas say i bring the coffin (cough in)
irritate your lungs i endorse new endorphins
performing at the highest level, limits are sky high
my minds eye envisions me sitting on cloud nine
i often get lost in thoughts over time
ideas put together better than organised crime
a little aid from jane keeps my mind merry (mary)
venture back in time where lost thoughts buried
i bury fake mc's rhymes, they get cheesed like dairy
i pop em like they cherries, they get curled like Jheri
i chase em like Tom, put a stop to their songs
2 views on youtube, wonder what they doing wrong
i'm the -to-be-found king, middle name kong
i'm in my element, this where i belong
call me wide receiver cause my journey going long
hit the bong harder than gongs now im gone
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Myriad
Member since July 9 2014