Chillin' in the ville, got that laid-back attack, Shift gears, no fears, on a one-way track. Got a pocket full of dreams, and the means to chase, Every beat I touch gets laced with grace. Slick with the words, I'm the modern day poet, Rhymes so cold, you'd swear it just snowet. In the cut, I strut, with Kentucky pride, Each bar I spit, is a rare moon tide. Flow like the river, smooth bourbon sip, Whip the crowd into shape, let my lyrics rip. City lights behind me, and the mic's my throne, Verses sharp like a blade, cut straight to the bone.
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Chillin' in the ville, got that laid-back attack,
Shift gears, no fears, on a one-way track.
Got a pocket full of dreams, and the means to chase,
Every beat I touch gets laced with grace.
Slick with the words, I'm the modern day poet,
Rhymes so cold, you'd swear it just snowet.
In the cut, I strut, with Kentucky pride,
Each bar I spit, is a rare moon tide.
Flow like the river, smooth bourbon sip,
Whip the crowd into shape, let my lyrics rip.
City lights behind me, and the mic's my throne,
Verses sharp like a blade, cut straight to the bone.
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96 , Bmin