Sep 29, 2005 17:48
rock the 12's like a prophet
gettin none but hittin the masses from atop the sonic pulpit
terms are worthless
psuedo-intellects
spit big words for lack of finesse
cats wanna step up
say they handle heat
back up from the tables
cant even skratch to the beat
thinking out loud
i hear you talking to yourself
'this brown clown thinks hes, like, hot shtuff'
you damn right, go ahead, prove me otherwise
this loompia motherfucker is always down to ride.