Wisdom body material.

get on the freestyling tip, that rips the heart outta ya chest, get on and move forward like a game of Chess, dreaming about a fly chick from the tropics, spitting like hollow tips, more chips to make you know I am all about cake, never moving fake and make the hits that heads can get with, smooth like velvet, some chicks I dealt with had me nothing fast, Now I want to explore my wisdom body material, for real, the deal, that heal me.

Check my clout.

The gutter butter in an effect and set to rip mics in a hype the type to make you heartbeat skip, I hip to this hop, out for props and dough setting trends in the underground and getting down with a dope sound and you about to witness the slickness like camera phone it is on clone I have a bone lit and spit the dope raps and some chaps still do not get it how I get down with the ill sounds to pick a chick to go down south. Check my clout.

What I gain is green

You heard the word, I have to quote further, Skills I bring like a Fed Ex package, not holding ratchets, no one can match with, stacking cheddar, hoping for better weather, rocking Perry Ellis sweaters, I deal with the real, the deep cover, never worked by the hour, not into drug game my main aim to flame the market with hard hits, the god, kid...I spark like a flame and game hot dames, out for fame, what I gain is green, seen.