Raise the bar Cypher
• Written by D-Long-
D-Long-'s Notes
I know the beginning is awful production wise; I did two takes and mixed them together.
I'm not karate kid but I listen to what the sins say
Preaching "Could rock the crib" Come packed acts of a dense grave
I'm not Reaping Grim but I've cut the crop with an illness
That builds this corny chill in Helen Keller when you feel this
Let the real spit, Bet your real whip
still shifts into something less of Miracle shit
Letters spill hip better 'til skips
Still pics capture what the future mirrors will split
Cracked domes in a crack line
I smell a second coming
I didn't mean Jesus I'm telling
Your girl she something
I'm yelling this world is nothing
short of felons who's twirl and flood in
This hell then I hurl up punishment
My own is asthma, though as much
As you know I'm an ass-munch
But don't ask what the Aztec acts for
When your ass texts what your ass munch
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D-Long-
Member since December 24 2013