A million here , a million there,
all the million i'm talking abt is the hair on my head tht i grew wid lotta care
writing this freestyle for my thoughts to be shared,
forget abt my freestyle , concentrate on my style , the me-style,
the who-style? not the Dr. Do style,
this swagger lasts more than a mile
where ur flow not even makes the record file
a million here, a million there
i'm so dreadfully mental i'll push u right down the stair
and widout a care, if someone stare
i'll gauge the eyes right there,
now let them stare , staring are you where?
now i talking like master yoda
being yoda makes me thirsty, now gimme a soda
freestylin' the heart out make me frustating
pulsating, and over rating, creating,
different lines with no connection
this is the end of my recitation,
the end of this vocation is not like a vocation
its a sensation of temptation, with a quotation of relaxation
wid the rotation of ur mind
yeah i know i'm one of a kind.
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