On the spins

run laps like an athlete, my graffiti name Zeus, bomb the city, for glamour and glitter and for glossy chips, I slide I fly by like a comet, in dope garment, star invents dope lyrics without gimmicks, like Popeye out for spinach, more flows than the ocean waves,  more scenes than the motion picture plays, rhyme pays and crime too, so I will do what the ever I want to do to stay true, since the begin ill with hymns on the spins.