lyrical
• Written by SixUpp
This mystical lyrical creature has reached an empirical
state of mind, so divine, inclined to whip out a nine
and blast all these fakers into a different dimension
here's a lesson, sit down bitches, Class is in session
I'll split all you posers into six sections
relentless with the tongue, some regard it as my weapon
my presence grows as I roar louder than '87 engines
I'm bout to be a legend while you still hoping fences
I'm made to kill the game
lave em insane and deranged
trapped inside a cage
so i can steal the fame
everyone knowing my name
this is great, what good taste
what nice places,
going from 300 views to platinum record labels
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SixUpp
Member since November 10 2014