Track byDJ JS-1
Can-I-Bus, known and respected for his own method The UFO wreckage was just the beginning My muscles are repairing, I'm losing my hearing My spirit still too close for you to come near it My legacy ends, again and again and again and again and a hundred more of them Who wanna contend? You need a hundred more men My speech starts to blend in multiples of ten I gain solace every rhyme I deposit The VA gave me some post combat chronic Sergeant Gunnery rapid response recovery Who beat the blood out the beat? Was it me? I new man emerge badly burned "I just put the track back on the bradley, Sir" Presto psuedotropical storm Ernesto As told by Admiral Restrow on dead zone Out in Florida low key Nah, homey this water fountain right here for aliens only The Commando throws his dough in his ranch home Before the sunrise in the valley of the Moon I howl like I mean it I have me a bodega priestess behind the rose wall, secrets 21 bars Necronomicon laws I can't do a tour, I'm a danger to you all 23 bars Necronomicon laws I can't do a tour, I'm a danger to you all