New Tropicana Freestyle

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Hi top faded out like Nerlens
get to working, spitting whirlwinds
big forehead rapper
somewhere in here French kissing your girlfriend
Rhymes is fatter than Aaron's lips
the peril kid
drawing comparisons with asparagus
a pair of kids
with a microphone and a pair of lips
 
Sparing a fist
for any critic of the Crit
And if you don't know about the 7 spitters
Music's Ferris Buellar perishing all those rap heretics
Inherited this game back from Grandmaster Flash's grandparents
 
apparent that I am heralded
for donning mass apparel
rock afros, bump fiasco
and keep ya lips sterile
 
they copy me like parakeets
 
I keep ya shrieking eureka
And i ain't even peak yet
Y'all would think I have pica
Cause I eat you rappers clean
Bombing divas, Hiroshima
Cause my crew is full of Warriors like Oracle Arena
These emcees need us
Ripping congressmen, spitting pathogens into oxygen
copping moccasins and rocking them
like It's common sense
 
I get tipsy with the pen like it's extra gin
and spin all yall dizzy like the exorcist
and I eat up healthy bars for breakfast
so my demo is my excrement
My defness defecates on doubters
cause y'all be like my toilet
getting yall to paint all my fences
call me modern Tom Sawyer
 
 
It's the menace, back on the offensive
came to finish what we entered
New school Hip hop apprentice
better hide your kids
flow more impossible
than hiding pestilence from hygienists
 
I might just be
a brand new breed
that bleeds 90's society
So pardon me
if I join the genre seas
With Moses motionless next to me
 
Doing doughnuts round opponents
sick witted with poetic psychosis, psychotic
going loco for profit as a prophet
I'm going under noses
but the truth is I'm the dopest
I flow this potent
playing hocus pocus with my magnum opus

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metaphase4
Member since October 12 2015

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