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my extravagance/ stems straight from my arrogance/ my rhymes give you two shattered hips/ that'd make your brains matter flip/ with a force that'd make even static split/ or erratics sit/ or the combatants quit/ rip the mic then pass it quick/ but not quite drastic/ sorry if its in fragments/ but its plastic/ and not built to handle the flow that i've crafted/ THC is an enity of energy/ served like a penalty/ dont mind if i'm your enemy/ my crew's plenty for me/ and luxurious amenities keep heads jealous of me/ some some say "you're venemous, T"/ what you know about poison?/ thats no flow, just noise, son/ i'm the poised one/ with sights straight pointed/ not a messiah even though i'm annointed/ leave MC's with no weed, thats disjointed/ coining phrases thats innovative/ like surgery performed with lasers/ the rhyme amazes/ leave you stuck like blind heads in mazes/ and excited as i burn lyrical Vegas/ more so than Chevy Blazers/ savor the flavor/ cant judge my neighbor's behavior/ cause i'm not the savior. Peace, its THC
True........shit would have been tight if i could understand it
choppy thought process , jumped around a lot..didnt finish any ideas that it started..
its usually better..if you make every line make sense with both the lines around it , ...or at least one of them...word...
u used cool syllables .... rhyme scheme looked tight..