Your Chillhop is like playing match, what instrumentals go with what songs. When you discovered pitch and rhythm in you, I had to pull off my head phones when you generated harmonies. Your SUCH a lyrical genius, yeah I agree, but you dip from your past notebooks that you called journals, for lyrics, so how am I supposed to See you? Nah, you are up to date, I watched you predict that dance trend. How you somehow figured That in. But when you make up the dance names, I can tell you got kicked out of gymnastics early cuz quit cuz they told you that you were too tall. I betchu were best on the trampoline cuz of your bounce song. Don’t take me personal, you lil personal aiming slap artist, you don’t think I know that those jokes are so turned around by now, you’re late. You’re on time, only when you’re steady. Your moves are a balance act when you let loose flailin’ your arms. I gotta stand back, so you don’t really slap me. That’s okay, no Really it Is. That Was what Was and you sorta mind your own bizz.
