Post by ignorantprodigy on Jul 9, 2024 20:46:19 GMT
Ig is not a slacker, sin tackler with sick verb vernacular,
an impacter of lives; with a chin packed for cameras,
freedom fighter, still rolling weed with easy widers,
a greasy tiger, eat you alive for stealing lighters,
a low tolerance for unprofessionals, who drink with correctionals,
destroy all essential life on earth and extraterrestrial,
the golden monkey, grand ape and fuckin' junky,
kick your ass, way hiy off grapes crushed by flunkies,
the dominant alien, with an anointed stadium,
crowded by sayien men and toxic uranium,
during apocalyptic episodes in metropolitic decades,
I train constantly in terrains, rotted in bethane,
apart from my glorious reign and reported proclaims,
I was torching my lane, on fire in my glorious fame,
I was always the best, I must confess..
although, my trials of stress, never the less,
brought me to my veal of hopelessness,
who can cope with this? my illness scathes every line of dope,
you can't fix what isn't broke, yet alone cut what isn't coke,
a sensational seamstress, my genius surpasses all,
a vudu doctor at war, watch me map out these bars,
you'll get clapped by the shore; for sure, with no acting involved,
packed to the core; with clips, guns and a massive onslaught,
ig is a legend, equipped with an arsenal of words,
deep poet, intricate thoughts are confined to a verse..
an impacter of lives; with a chin packed for cameras,
freedom fighter, still rolling weed with easy widers,
a greasy tiger, eat you alive for stealing lighters,
a low tolerance for unprofessionals, who drink with correctionals,
destroy all essential life on earth and extraterrestrial,
the golden monkey, grand ape and fuckin' junky,
kick your ass, way hiy off grapes crushed by flunkies,
the dominant alien, with an anointed stadium,
crowded by sayien men and toxic uranium,
during apocalyptic episodes in metropolitic decades,
I train constantly in terrains, rotted in bethane,
apart from my glorious reign and reported proclaims,
I was torching my lane, on fire in my glorious fame,
I was always the best, I must confess..
although, my trials of stress, never the less,
brought me to my veal of hopelessness,
who can cope with this? my illness scathes every line of dope,
you can't fix what isn't broke, yet alone cut what isn't coke,
a sensational seamstress, my genius surpasses all,
a vudu doctor at war, watch me map out these bars,
you'll get clapped by the shore; for sure, with no acting involved,
packed to the core; with clips, guns and a massive onslaught,
ig is a legend, equipped with an arsenal of words,
deep poet, intricate thoughts are confined to a verse..
