lmahlati

I rage like bull, shit, paid in full. Foolish my cool with a furnish of tool. Spitfire words threaten the rule. I'm too true, stand on three legs like a stool. Sawn-off words break sound barriers, word. Loving the recoil, its true what you heard. Blast every character, all foil deturred. Felony to foul thoughts flown like a bird. I'm sick with it, ill to the limit. More like tectonic with every hit. Ima get on like wild armaggedon. A smith to worson every fold that I get on. Like I won't stay lit.*   *   *   *   *   *   *Listenin to: SKY Cubicque => www.soundcloud.com/skycubicque Drinkin: From the Fountain of Youth Eating: Manna Of The God...

Had to be truly of love that I am. Spelt well in inkspell to quell Soul-man. So that I am in Light and in Ken. I am the man in pen. I am the life of your party and gang. Hang and,, slang and In the air like mist due, True too I am Him. I am lovely lively, Giving chi with chic rhythms me. Even in the Spring where seasons spring I am Him in the spirit, moving the wind. No longer darkened by the beauty of things I am Him, steed, Speedily indeed I Am Him of Glory, I Am Seed.