Metaphoric Flambé

We're vibing
Break through the silence
Bringing that heat
Strait to the volume

Till I'm on and I gone like the Mayans
Dive in a world
We drive and could ride in
Let's take a ride
As I slide you this pink slip
Car stereo in your ear like a cue tip
Hair waves acoustic
Feeling like I'm Phife Dawg
Tribe called Q tip
As I quest
Rest with exhaustion
Throne now an option
Game is an auction
The writing draft pic
Socrates couldn't draft this
Picasso couldn't craft this
Davinci couldn't crack this
Mind that rhymes
Labyrinth lines
I'm a plague I'm not ill
But my swag kills
Like a murderer
Fresh yea I murder her
Got bars
More bars than the murderers
Yea bury the body
Clothes disappear never heard of her
degrees
Burn third degrees



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Mccroom
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