Close Captured

Uncollared like a beastie raw dog
creepin’ up on ya like a Chinese warlord
my sawed off like shots echo
between the light rocks and tight spots
hello!
I’m a mystical spell, my lyrical well can’t dry up
proud member of the 1985 Flight Club
I light up like my dick
when I get tight rubs from some nice jugs
hahahaha
so spirited, all my muscle’s in my aura
fuck that, I want a crib like Russell & Kimora
never flagged and pitstopped
never dragged in gridlock
I hover above ya like the birds from Hitchcock
my words can pick locks, hide ya wrist watch
before ya get got like Mighty Mos said
all this passes over most heads
but I want the whole bread, no more, no less

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