Pint, you'll fly,
Grow wings and touch the sky,
Rap aint about a battle,
So stop playin with the rattle,
And grow up, one day youll be old,
Masculine and bold,
You'll thank me for writing these lyrics to you,
And hittin the beats so fly like there aint nothing you can do,
To stop me,
He trys to battle or drop me,
He cant rock me,
My flows so sick it makes Squidward mellow,
And the pineapple under the sea aint got its yellow.
~ Granite.
28-May-2011 20:29:14
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Sean T