This is a test article for the artcritcal newsletter. I used to cop a lot but never copped no drop. Hold mics like pony tails, tight and bob a lot. Stop and stick around, come through and dig the sound. Of the fly brown six-o sicko psycho who throws his dick around. Bound to go three-plat, came to destroy rap. It’s a intricate plot of a b-boy strapped. Femstat cats get kidnapped. Then release a statement to the press, let the rest know who did that. Metal Fist terrorists claim responsibility. Broken household name usually said in hostility. Um… what is MF? You silly. I’d like to take “Means to the End” for two milli’. “Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!” That’s a audio daily double.
printMonday, December 7th, 2015