My Business HD

http://www.alltowersmusic.com/ My business. My world. My problems. I’m talking. Taking it to different direction. New road. Detour. A new wave crashing the sea shore. I’m the climax of the thriller. Wanna try my salmonella twice? Enticing is the feeling. A few notches above dreaming. I like bouncing off walls and ceilings onto floors. Most call me pro or conquistador cuz I bring the sickness to the village. Genocidic when I spit it quick. Kill epidemics with or without the fist. (depending on which particular victim it is) Listen to this. If karma’s a car battery, the positive charge is as strong as the non. Is that not true or false? Y’all must’ve lost your minds, a I’m not responsible for what belongs to you. You think you’re sick? Then I feel nauseas, too. Unless we’re just different tastes like exotic foods, it’s common sense your knowledge is smaller than hobbit shoes. But I guess I’m just a psychotic dude, too. I thought I wasn’t but I’m just wise in my own shoes? No. Trying to tie laces with eyes closed and hands for hooves? That’s devising a lie out the divine truth. Call me Friday. Thank God for me cuz my flows are sideways while y’all are upside down. I frown at the pie throwing clowns that surround me, then put it down like a mean kid toward the town creep. Astounding. Check my repertoire. Reservoir flows. I kill minotaurs. B.S. is no. Chief Eskimo. Colder than a polar ice cap. Solar panel on my brain for my mind like a mice trap. Write that down secretaries and stenographers. I see no boss. I beg to differ. Here’s an offer: how about y’all get serious? There’s no time for nonsense. When I rhyme, I go big like a bovine circumference. What’s this? Lunch is being served upon a platter, cuz I’m munching this beat up. Unlike every other rapper. It’s a sad tragedy how I’m Aladdin on a magic carpet far above this whole New World calamity. Nanny Nanny boo boo. I might kill your crew and you, too. I could stick your head in something and then laugh about it while shining like a Mag-lite on all you crooks and bad guys. I’m so mad nice. Y’all hear me rap about it, right? I say absurd words then lay a verse. AKA spray a turd on your track. Your sister wants her skirt back, dirtbag. And while you’re talking about your purchases, all we’ve learned the words you say are worthless. So, shh… My business. My world. My problems. I’m talking. Taking it to different direction. New road. Detour. A new wave crashing the sea shore Story! Before, they would ignore me and play me for a lost cause, but I rewinded and realized it was probably my fault. I stopped pushing the wrong buttons when they put me on pause. More importantly, now, I’ve got more authority than your father’s boss. Cuz I mix styles and I get wild with weirdos. I’m a sick child foaming at the mouth like beer does. But I spit cuz I don’t like to drool and I got a bunch of loogies that I’m spewing right back at you. I am Sacagawea (yes) leading you straight through the wilderness just like y