Logic Can Count These Bars

Over The Top Flow.
Check It. It's A Mouthful..
By The Trill I Be Krillin' Em.

For Boats.
Got Mercy And Key Largo.
Let Them Blues Play The Navy.
Read Me Or Trust Me.
Can You Visionary?
Won't Stop Until I Barge Or Burst,
Straight Until Flame.
Going Up Like Fireworks.
You Can Poof Or Can Bang.
Everything, You Can Because I Do.
As A Man,  Before And For Mine.

Couple Reds For Them Sore Spots (So Many I'm A Bolshevik)
Saving Green For Millionaires, For The Hefe's Personal Fragrance,
Kicking Fresh Jordan Airwaves; #Up Private Flight Stairways To Zeppelin Stewardess Licks.
From The T. To Pure A$AP Stick Em Up Pink Or Purp Bikini Shake
My Trust In God And Vacation Hideaways.
My Grammar Could Be Too Complex For Complex, But Not A Bit Too Schooled..
And Just So You Know Dark Colors' Just A Shade Of Who I Am, I Get, I Got Youth..
Brooklyn, Bed-Stuy, Them Tru Headz, Tweeting A Taste For Gravy Train Third Rails, Right Off The Road Less Traveled, Straight Maserati Hover-Threads.
Or Ken Griffey'd Out A Couple Classics Like Queens Choosing Bubblegum Over True Grit And Bread.
Market A Total Blow Out, Fashioning Less Jackets And More Blazers. More Skirts And Less Razors.

Meanwhile,
I Want Angeles Present, Tyrone'd Around How Pipes Hit And Hips Twist.
Whether He Likes It Ot Not, Tell Him Bondage Is A Slave. Commonality A Law.
At Very Least Some Brains For Why Did I Bother.
And Still I'm Looking Farther.
Forget Ceaseless Allegory, I'm Rap's Silent Literary Exemplar.

And For My Man From Maryland, Boy Wonder, Shoulda Had You On The Come Up.. Oh Wait.. I Did.
My Big Mouth, Full Of It. This Boy's Contract Breaches, Sign Up Or Bookmark, Or Write The Kid..

So.. Grateful For What I Got, But I Want A New Crib, Maybe A Good Editor,
Plus A True Princess, A Daughter.
You, Yours Or Mine.
Mighta Heard Of God's Son,
Now You Seen Slaughter.

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have a good look, i know it's different but some people could really like it. generally keep it a little cleaner