Luv 45th recite, 16 Cali-bar, London pub ruckus. Sake it to me, baby. Give it liberty of fuck it. International man of mystery with a passport. metaphysical fourtyfour desert eagle, crystal clear crisp spiting on the mic shit, smashing dual layer disc shit. Love layers like Tupac thug luv shit, ad-libs shit. Real Libs shit. Created of ribs shit. Have-nots shit, realize harmonize.
This is Mumble Pop shit. Devil in the detail. Get insecure about what we say shit. Shady bat cave assholes have triple-meanings, crisp like crystal ship clear abstract shit. That’s a fact shit.
Sincerely, we krayzies and layzies and bizzy hustling milk and honey in the hive like bees. Shit’s bees knees. Freeze. We’re flesh and bone without soul, best believe. West is the best. East 1999. Be bygones be bygones. Forever Eternal.
Peace
to me continued…
[edit myself shit]
Remedy for my ancient memory shit. Can't fuck with this shit. From another level looking down at evil shit. Infinity recite shit. I forgot the rest but I'll remember because you already know shit.