Truth Detective here
Spitting the rhyme
Lending my mind
To your pile
Of discarded things
Why not wear any rings?
Get yourself the Blings
I have dreams
And they are big
The way i write is so slick
Look at this trick
Writing on the brick
Becoming so rich In the process
OF THIS
Alchemical
Mixing of brass and ash
Into one Gold they become
When we meet greet my nigga
Be sparing with the trigger
That flow take it slow
Concealed carry all they way to tokyo
Border control metal flash
What about the moustache?
Keep it man
Like your coins
In the wallet bad
Lined with gold
Designer clothes sold
Forget phone’s
They eaves’ dropping on your thrones
Sky’s see the crows
Flying flocks like gangsters in time’s of
Polios
Homeless people stalling time’s rolling stones
But not the bands
The grime in their hands
A bad way to live my man
Take this amulet from my invisible scans
And see what’s inside
It might be your soul we find
How you liking these rhyme’s?
I bet you have some dime’s
The dollars you get to keep
Don’t say my price is steep
Around me bunch of sheep
With good conviction away my nights i sleep
The spiderweb of my words deep
Where one end’s
Other alone begins
Not from the middle of this
I hear you have become rich
The process has paid of with interest
Little bit of time left
Live the sickes’t life
And place your bet
Truth Detective
That’s nough said
For these rapping reps
WRITTEN BY TRUTH DETECTIVE