Love Language

Let the drums rock. Ya hear them drums knock. Style proven get the crowd moving like a gun shot. This my love language talk that talk to make they blood clot. Live bars like GTA with five stars dumb hot. I’m going for it all. They’ve been quoting all this raw since a kid in my parents crib rappers posters on the wall. All these years and I ain’t stop a second. Hold on. All these years. Let that set in. Let it breathe. A little space like a heading then start my sentence. I got faith appeal. Go straight for the kill and Gods my witness. Highest temperature the sickest. Burn a fever these words through speakers infectious. And now you got it Pelly where that album? Drop it! You ain’t got to give me no flowers stop it matter fact let it breathe. 

Something new they love the vibe. The music comes alive. I’m in this booth this sh** feels like a magic carpet ride. Flying high amongst the stars shining bright. Bella pretty as the sunset. Curvy as Jessica Biel. I put her heels over her head and she head over heels. This the cold flow that give them the chills, I breathe life into the lungs of Rap a breath of fresh air if you will. On that note? Let it breathe. 

My pedigree, different breed shift the gears switching speeds. Got the kids excited like Christmas Eve. This gift just keeps giving. Press that rewind button that Pelly hitting repeat selection turn it up in that v you whipping. Let the drums rock you hear them drums knock? I lay the law like people married to cops savage and sharp dapper debonair classic special rare the cash go fist to hand m. Smooth like a slinky down a set of stairs get it fast. These nasty lyrics blare booming in ya booming in ya jeep top hat like Fred Astaire. Here’s to better years. Salute Centani. Another round. Centauni for the legends that’s gone. Lets break bread like Peter Andrew James Phillip and John. Voluptuous dime stuck on my mind bubble is bomb. Come on. Let it breathe. 

It’s that heat wavy and fresh Joe elite came with the best. Ahh the sweet taste of success. Man I’m blessed. You hear my footsteps name ringing bells straight give them hell. Stay to myself cause they snitch and tell. Punch you in your iTunes your sh** will swell. For fronting like you hard drive when you software a wire. Kill yourself. Chill. Let it breathe. 

Let the drums rock you hear them drums knock. Let it breathe.  This lo-fi meets the highest frequency. Today’s mathematics is all these rappers don’t equal me. He’s the key. Folks but on another note? I keep it G. Money on my mind the goal is sit pretty, but it get ugly on this grind the road is bumpy but I ride. It’s time to spread these wings and fly high. 

Let the drums rock. Ya hear them drums knock. Style proven get the crowd moving like a gun shot. This my love language talk that talk to make they blood clot. Live bars like GTA with five stars dumb hot. Yo that’s it man. Let it breath.