Stakes

Taken from a track called stakes...

Too systematic, overflowing in the attic,
In the engine room my thoughts are so erratic,
Sporadic like an addict, I can’t remain static,
Poetic verse flow like automatic*
Cos I spit at a million lyrics per hour,
Flap my gums when I hit warp power,
When I rock the iron Mike like a junior Tyson,
guard up, chin down, *** off of the ground son,
if you ever wanna make a living of life,
gotta live by the sword and die by the knife

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great flow to the lyrics mate