Verbal intercourse Remix
• Written by YellowTape
Every now and then there’s another murder she wrote
From the snow to the gold, Scarface to the globe
I bestow a trace of knowledge to the front row
Repost the coasts, west and the east are lying low
But I ride slow, I keep my soul in patterns like AB
The wealthier life is steep but it paid me
Kept me from the creeps that roam on grey streets
Not a piece on me, I carry piece like I’m Gandhi
But everything unsettling I have left behind me
Until the tyranny finally ends me off I’m tryna be
More than a wannabe, or commonly an anomaly
That’s the calmer me, now let me show you my sovereignty
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YellowTape
Member since January 20 2025