Charles_Lee_Ray
09-25-09, 09:07 PM
I just couldnt help myself Prop! lol
Big Drums-
http://www.zshare.net/audio/66135696c0e17be1/
For those of you learnin'...
Verse:
Heaven in a pen…jot spiritual hyms or gems for my mens…
Descend on a blend pandemonium commence, if under adult age send parents consent. Disaster, suspense, thrills all ladies and gents, please focus your attention to the lad on the left. As laughter presents itself, seems audience gets, that our presentation is centered on a talentless mess. To the rights the bred hammered or bent, but planted in a mannequin pose expressin why im hip hops best. Go head flick, flick pics and text to your friends, or any peasant believing he can truly contend. I doubt that. My mouth volcanic hole, where when I'm ingestin the alcohol, wild quotes explode! Ill improvise, dexterity when craf-tin lines, the exact reason why some believe rap aint die. These wack ass guys, these crap ass cracks aint wiped, stinks all to high hell, sanitize those mics. Im energized, black lenses, gold frames, the drum bangs as I pace back and force, through each phrase. Im a pilot to beats, they my mach 5 stealth jets weaving in and outa baselines like Dor-sett…through defenses, lend yalls ears and get connected, or feel beat downs excessive…left breathless. Hu huh huh huh!!!
Big Drums-
http://www.zshare.net/audio/66135696c0e17be1/
For those of you learnin'...
Verse:
Heaven in a pen…jot spiritual hyms or gems for my mens…
Descend on a blend pandemonium commence, if under adult age send parents consent. Disaster, suspense, thrills all ladies and gents, please focus your attention to the lad on the left. As laughter presents itself, seems audience gets, that our presentation is centered on a talentless mess. To the rights the bred hammered or bent, but planted in a mannequin pose expressin why im hip hops best. Go head flick, flick pics and text to your friends, or any peasant believing he can truly contend. I doubt that. My mouth volcanic hole, where when I'm ingestin the alcohol, wild quotes explode! Ill improvise, dexterity when craf-tin lines, the exact reason why some believe rap aint die. These wack ass guys, these crap ass cracks aint wiped, stinks all to high hell, sanitize those mics. Im energized, black lenses, gold frames, the drum bangs as I pace back and force, through each phrase. Im a pilot to beats, they my mach 5 stealth jets weaving in and outa baselines like Dor-sett…through defenses, lend yalls ears and get connected, or feel beat downs excessive…left breathless. Hu huh huh huh!!!