PhilosipherStoned Posted July 21, 2017 Share Posted July 21, 2017 This rap shit's a racket you get brackish with practice. I wanna stop, but the fact is; well; crack kills so.. I'm back in the attic; workin' on tactics; sixteen bars; on the hat imma smash it; The way I been actin tragic; a little bit a structure and I'm back; bumpin' like magic; pullin' rabbits out o' hats an' throwin' axes like a savage; this is only line seven but I reckon it's the baddest if not; not stressin' nothin which is somethin' line eight is madness, line nine is a fine piece of time imma grab it, and dab it; pretend it's a friend because this is line ten, and I have none, but fuck friends unless you're fuck friends I'm in let's hit it till; twelve; I'm not one to dwell come out your shell I've nothin to sell. No way to hurt me this shit aint a hotel so I'm blurting my thirteenth; I might need to work on my wording; this leaves two lines left; damn. My vision is blurry; I'm fixin' to hurry, but I know I might as well chill I'm over the hill; switchin' schemes; cuz gettin' to sixteen is no big deal. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PhilosipherStoned Posted July 21, 2017 Author Share Posted July 21, 2017 [youtube autoplay=1] I spent way too much time on that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pail Posted July 21, 2017 Share Posted July 21, 2017 I thought this thread was going to be a Xanax story ending with a psych ward visit. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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