Flow em' in a poem.

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The Mic controller(MC)

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Ma name: Muhammad
Facebook:Md Em See
heroes_rock@hotmail.co.uk

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-Rap
- Eminem and many others yo :)

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Thursday, October 21, 2010

133rd- Flowless

I got no flow, no edge, no one will listen to my rap.
No one knows what i have to go through, just for scraps.
No one knows the real me, thats why the fake me is being treated as crap.
I deleted the facts, repeated the same mistakes over and back.

A pessimistic rap-fanatic ambigramist in my place to be...

The mystic in the kinetics in my lip sync with my G2 pen B.
So i'm sort of like an artist if you pretend to be me,
You'll be amazed with what i can do, when you gimme a pen thats inky.
I'll make wonders for you to wonder over with my body odor stinky.

I can spit like saliva when the feeling is right.
I can split the knight rida with my lyrics as knife.
I can do all sort of things with ink, mind and might.
But my mind goes blank when you hand me the mic.

~Use to drop bombs till my pen explodes. Now its laughing at me, in my super saiyan mode.

Jerking off at...
6:20 PM