Another Episode (Murder The Beat 6)
I'm a focused flow-er amongst the dopest poets, These sonnets showing I'm high amongst the lowest, My motive and goal is for y'all to get know him, Murder he wrote it, the percussion getting ghosted Every poem a wallet, in out and the pocket going, The result is I'll have you shaking the picture, a magic moment Chad, said that wow, he bugging, no bragging or boasting, I'm intact with a rapping style that only goes to chosen. If you pray, write it or talk it comes when it's spoken, A cunning linguist, there's power in the tongue rolling, I had to get off strike from the pen and out the gutter, no bowling, They don't know about my legacy, warn a brother, Lyor Cohen, What do you a call snakes getting stoned and chains stolen, Cotton mouths that can't get a diamond back from their poison, Still going through motions, making decisions stoic, growing potent.
