Writing poetry to instrumentals,
Expressing sentimental mental images.
This lyricist's mission is to send mc's in hissy fits with my mystic lyric whips.
Kids try to mimic this cause Ford 0 makes these vicious hits.
I stay hot and don't stop on my block we hold shot,
From Towers to Balgate to Rosehill to Belmont.
I've seen rat cops and crack rocks,
These classrooms have no shot.
Watch my clock go tick tock,
Past my time with hip hop.
Tick tock and tick tock,
We smoke till our heart stops.
Handouts come easy,
And that's when the beat drops.

Lyrics submitted by remembermaine

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