8 bars
• Written by Erudite
No fucks given, holy nuns
My rhymes no joke, only puns
Toke and run, chase dreams and suns
Erudite the one
90's called, want it's child back
But I'm on the prowl like a wild cat
Emcee's just a mild snack
My styles whack I spit bile black
Got an atlas, so I could move my boulders
Beast of burden, surrounded by these cobras
But now that I'm older, that chip on the shoulder
Fold up, put it towards to filling the folders,
Here's a present to the present, my presence presents
repentance of a peasant, remembrance hasn't been pleasant
But I hear by have severance, severing the sentence
Like a semi-colon, breaking for my enemies
Keep giving me lemons and I'll tend to squeeze
My multi's end in threes, end a scene, with energy
end a beat, 8 bars of synergy, done, das end, complete
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Erudite
Member since August 25 2014