sadadg
• Written by kunta
dropping ammunition like its aimed to piss in the competition
pissing the addition with admission of attrition with a huge ambition
dropping an audition with petition and subterfuge demission
lighting ignition with a smooth transition while my bars come in tradition
the commision risen crushing the opposition in the condition of a mission
i came here for contrition, blame there to kill fools, trust me, you will lose
these are superficial blasting like a missile three rules
this that growing organic aint it a mildew?
killing a nigga milieu, came here just to kill you
windmill you, blown alone away
im full of apparitions on conditions in exhibitions on the expedition
this a pure abolition with secure positions, interrogating inquisitions
creating growth in appositions, ambiguity in linguisticians lexicon
shutting down the pentagon, where have we gone? this through cognitions
clogged niggas on their own volitions prone to decomposition
emotion in the motion appeals to a rhetorician
missin' out on the fiction creating friction with this juxtaposition
im just a position, yall have a pediatrician to see what the media listen on