Wednesday, May. 10, 2006 -
5:10 p.m.
Take heed, coz I'm a lyrical poet;
Miami's on the scene, just in case you didn't know it.
My town
That created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground.
Coz my style's like a chemical spill -
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel -
Conducted in form, this is a helluva concept.
We make a hype, and you want to step with this;
Shay plays on the fade -
Slice like a ninja, cut like a razor blade.
So phat,
Other DJ's say damn;
If my rhyme was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram.
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose,
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice.
If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it;
Check out the hook while DeShay revolves it.
It's baaaaaack.
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- 2005 Katie Doyle; all rights reserved
Don't even think it, punk.
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