Switch it Up
Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 7:43 am
the object-of-rhymes is a project-of-mine//
u stay 'under flow' like an aquatic-combined//
with a pyschotic mind spitting chaotic-lines//
I'm an erotic devine creature who spits features//
a believer, who picks up on lines like recievers//
the leader, I stay above my readers, the cedar//
a rhyming speeder, giving bones to feeders//
cutting domes with clevers, the brain eater//
or leave ya stoned, reason to jones the reefer//
on the other hand, when i have a fever//
i'm busting in the homes of sleepers//
so i go from holmes to creeper//
stay in the zone, like unknown recievers//
when you hear the click, dont check ur beeper//
i'm weaker, don't let this wreck ur speaker//
sketch the reaper, carrying techs n heaters//
i'll never respect a cheater, complex is deeper//
send the suspect, to the Fbi for the hell of it//
i'll give you my full name, so you look intelligent//
It's Ian Craft, and thats relevant to the fact//
that i have a contract to kill, so i'm packed too//
to persue, n track you, my impact is ill//
crack a pill, in half, n come back to chill//
stairing at a blood bath, then throw ur body//
in a tub fast, this is unlike a thugs wrath//
clean up, the path from where ur were drug//
last, pickup the drugs, and all the glass//
throw it in the trash, n leave this all//
in the past, walk away on the grass//
u stay 'under flow' like an aquatic-combined//
with a pyschotic mind spitting chaotic-lines//
I'm an erotic devine creature who spits features//
a believer, who picks up on lines like recievers//
the leader, I stay above my readers, the cedar//
a rhyming speeder, giving bones to feeders//
cutting domes with clevers, the brain eater//
or leave ya stoned, reason to jones the reefer//
on the other hand, when i have a fever//
i'm busting in the homes of sleepers//
so i go from holmes to creeper//
stay in the zone, like unknown recievers//
when you hear the click, dont check ur beeper//
i'm weaker, don't let this wreck ur speaker//
sketch the reaper, carrying techs n heaters//
i'll never respect a cheater, complex is deeper//
send the suspect, to the Fbi for the hell of it//
i'll give you my full name, so you look intelligent//
It's Ian Craft, and thats relevant to the fact//
that i have a contract to kill, so i'm packed too//
to persue, n track you, my impact is ill//
crack a pill, in half, n come back to chill//
stairing at a blood bath, then throw ur body//
in a tub fast, this is unlike a thugs wrath//
clean up, the path from where ur were drug//
last, pickup the drugs, and all the glass//
throw it in the trash, n leave this all//
in the past, walk away on the grass//