Did I Stutter?

An Utter Conception Of Bliss.
You Will Say Too True When You Understand What I Have Done To You.
Lenses Left. Dilate.
Play.

I Have Received Stars For SpaceCrafters.
Angels, An Angel Singeing Custer's Whips To The Last Man, Could Be Rafters Hereafter.
Laid ThoughtTrains That Hit Like A Bus.
But I Won't Play At Romance.
Listen. I Lay Gran Turismo Tars Over Tripped Cadillac Bounce Switches, Change Gears And Hit Purring Unreachable Holy Script Jaguar Scat Pitches.
That Shit's No Joke.
Aliens? More Like Trans-Substantives..
Swim With The Sharks Or Get Eaten Little Fishes.
...
Maybe This Kid's Too Fresh.. Or Too Vicious..

No.
I'm Not.
Stand Up.

Bookmark It. Read It Later. You Can Zone Out To It.
Tell Your Friends.
I'm Going Up.
It's Hard, Rolling Uphill, Guess Some Bitches Just Made To Get Mounted.

+10x10
+106 and Park
+J. Medina

Here, Read This:
http://deathtayall.blogspot.com/2013/03/my-vibe.html
and this
http://deathtayall.blogspot.com/2013/04/ego-altered-3-triple-o.html
and then hit the the top an' don't stop 'til stars or the new color.

an' 106? Dial Up, Just Ask For Flex, Or Ask Jadakiss.
thanks.
a dummy.. this kid isn't.

so..
Hit +1.
And Play Hits.
maybe jus' now.. Teyana and Legend.
don't think about it.