Open Mic: keystyle..

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   Yo..

I'm lyrically raw.. raw to the core, with stamina,
rawer then aids infected porn stars fucking on camera/
rawer then pork off the shores being packaged by amateurs,
rawer than tarantulas on a corpse in Los Angeles/
Corleone above all, with a skill un-tangible,
strong enough to kick a planet off course and still damage you/
My vocal pitch octane, labeled as flammable,
mixed with a bit of propane, and range of an animal/
I breathe different.. my lung capacity enormous/
to smoke the most exotic weeds, pulled out of a rain forest/
I train the hardest and remain the smartest,
type of smarts' that'll cause you to think who else was on it,
Cause you to think about niggas you seen on a random portrait,-
Chillen with me on some club scene shit in boston/
Or a even a video that was previously recorded,
With me and some bitches back home, fucking all retarded/
Maybe even a drawling framed up at my apartment,
A sketch of spiderman and some little green martian/
Or maybe even a sweater left on the couch, looking ackward,
Stretched out by the collar, in blood, from a bar brawling/
Im that raw.. with a government protocol type of intelligence,
coded in secrecy, for demonic messages/
firewall proofed in Islamic penmanship,
designed for alien operative contendership..

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Corleone Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Newbie Joined: 10 July 2019 Location: Allentown, PA Status: Offline Points: 12	Post Options Post Reply Quote Corleone Report Post Likes(0) Quote Reply Topic: keystyle.. Posted: 15 May 2020 at 5:40am
	Yo.. I'm lyrically raw.. raw to the core, with stamina, rawer then aids infected porn stars fucking on camera/ rawer then pork off the shores being packaged by amateurs, rawer than tarantulas on a corpse in Los Angeles/ Corleone above all, with a skill un-tangible, strong enough to kick a planet off course and still damage you/ My vocal pitch octane, labeled as flammable, mixed with a bit of propane, and range of an animal/ I breathe different.. my lung capacity enormous/ to smoke the most exotic weeds, pulled out of a rain forest/ I train the hardest and remain the smartest, type of smarts' that'll cause you to think who else was on it, Cause you to think about niggas you seen on a random portrait,- Chillen with me on some club scene shit in boston/ Or a even a video that was previously recorded, With me and some bitches back home, fucking all retarded/ Maybe even a drawling framed up at my apartment, A sketch of spiderman and some little green martian/ Or maybe even a sweater left on the couch, looking ackward, Stretched out by the collar, in blood, from a bar brawling/ Im that raw.. with a government protocol type of intelligence, coded in secrecy, for demonic messages/ firewall proofed in Islamic penmanship, designed for alien operative contendership..