Untitled Song
• Written by Prophit
First off i gotta say that this aint my type of beat,
but im gon run it like fred flinstone,
whippin wit his feet,
i deliver like the postman rain shine or sleet,
I wont accept defeat,
follow the creed designed by the street,
when i speak I verbally secrete,
a stampede of sweet heat,
wannabe mcs seem real weak,
Feigning for moms teat,
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Prophit
Member since February 14 2015