The Art
• Written by Hishighness
I ain't written in a minute so I'm finna
get in it so I gotsa warn ya fore I tore ya
I mean tear ya apart I ain't rappin this art
I ain't jackin no parts, I ain't attacking the charts
Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts
I'm going off like a soda after shaking real hard
And I know I'm a poet, shit you saw from the start
Blowin smoke slow like hoes throwin crack in the cart
This that throw back from afar, whatcha jackin - it's ours
The cars, the cane, the women swimmin in sin 'nd linen
Chillin on a hill like two villians switchin feelings
Bitch do ya feel me, motherfucker do you fear me?
My dudes can you hear me, the dearly departed
missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely
I miss ya like a bitch with big tits and her brassiere, b
His Highness signing off, RIP to those who missed me
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Hishighness
Member since May 24 2013