Auditorium
• Written by MoneyMakerJoe
The way I feel
Sometimes it's hard to stay real
In the city where the warmest nights always turn shrill
And the heat turn to animosity in a deal
And I speak from the bottom of my heart, yet still
I try, sometimes I ask god oh why
Blessed with an eye some would call excellence
But really it's irrelevant, I'm blinded by my decadence
A candidate for detriment
I wonder if I'm heaven sent
Or hellish bent
To hell with it
I'm resurrecting the game
Bring the thrill to the beat like Jackson the king
I used to speak from my cheeks
But my esophagus tamed
Hear me roar through the streets
And excel to your brain
Can you feel the static
Clashin through your ectoplasm
Had to make a habit
Flabbergasting all you rappers
And I'm back at it
Takin over like a symbiote
I know motherfuckers who would pay to see me choke
But they don't want smoke
No blunt toke
So they get passed off like dutches and blunt roach
And they get left to burn
untill they face the urn
And my name engraved inpermanent
No headstone
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MoneyMakerJoe
Member since June 12 2014