Da Knight of L.A
Gotta chop up that wood by the Oak IsL.And-load it up by the boat pile it-like one triple O Green IsL.And-keep it clean and you might find and seek the Chapel Vault-it's like my music when you hear it guranteed to flood and flow-I'm a Virgin Galatic Airman-with NASA parachute air bags-Ima Original Snareman-no crash-I'll let the dummy Bandacoot do that-Mak 11 Da Trap Star Fox when I smash-got the haters stressing like the bald spot they so dry-nothing growing there no crops they flow been dried-I loved my Mom's home cooking so much-I used her pots and pan metal covers as a chestplate to guard from slugs-now who's the Buckey O'Hare PL.Ayboy Bunny who's da slug-my Mom's home cooking is Soul Food food for the soul-that's why her pots and pan metal cover my makeshift chestplate bulletproofs my soul-I write my raps on the Delta with the name of God-just in Salinas Valley State Prison Delta Yard D-Blocc-I'm Scott Free off the handle-like Rossalyn Chapel-the armor of Knights Templar-I first tempered-I baptize niggaz and those Knights with Holy Pepper-my girl got a Wok Knot-guaranteed to burn a hot cock off-I'm workin hoes in a Pyramid chain gang-call my Dickhead Mason cuz they sho know how 2 free him mang-sip out of the Arc Covenant then shine like Golden Manora-shine like Sinclair the crest of the star and the moon then read Da Torahs-

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