Bamboo

I don't like people that don't know what my job is trying to tell me what to or how to do something... ya know? I mean, really. I'm a photographer, so let me shoot. I'm a producer, let me produce. I'm a lover so let me love. I'm an Emcee, musician, Dj, B.Boy,.... you get the point. Think about it...I don't go to your job an smack dicks out of your mouth do I? ............While you are here...You might want to read my blogs. I don't waste ink.................................................. ................................................. ......................................I don't write raps of crap, spit to bros and japs, fit the cap on naps, and attack. Breath, don't hold it back, you'll cardiac and collaps, my unrehersed 10 bar verse is a trap! but when we look at your rhymes written, we see what has been bitten, Just ommit the false flipped style, then it's all bullshitt! Pray for beautiful rainey days, to wash all the fake away. ya'll fucked in this game chained, not trying to break away. Stuck in ya frame from the back, not trying to bull it out... But, singing your sad song, that might make a bullet pout. .....Dial emergency! The violins are screamin'. You'll make it, truth is dukes, should have swallowed the seimen...