Rap just not the same for me but they put it on the map should I respect OG's? As a kid blind no mom raised in the ghetto with a dope beat and the dope bets
Me putting it together since reboc and be box raps on a yak back dreams in a nap sack.
Radio tape throw backs, like Who track was that? Cause they ain't know that head phones glaring up instrumental only thing I'm rapping is myself.
With the Preachers delight not rappers delight. Now days among rappers there's no preacher in sight, eyes wide shut crack words peel the mind back like an onion when the eyes start watering color of my heart not the color of my skin when im bright like mike like kings in the night before the universe gave me sight. I cant sing yet Lips charcoaled from the black that pulled i was crowned at birth from a place without blood mama I'ma kryp-tonite, im here, she not, gets much sicker right? Story of my life!
But she wasn't...