Hi my names Harley, im english, 15, good at games, good friend and if im friends with you, you already know that i join my friends if ive got the game their playing. Dont add me randomly if you dont know me i dont want more than 100 friends and if you know a lot about fish and love games then add me. :D
Let's trace the hints and check the file Let see who bit to detect the style I flip the script so they can't get foul. At least not now, it'll take a while I change the pace to complete the beat I drop the bass,'till mc's get weak. For every word they trace, it's a scar they keep... 'Cause when I speak, they freak To sweat the technique I made my debut in '86 Wit a melody and a president's mix And now I stay on target and refuse to miss And I still make hits wit' beats, parties, clubs, in the cars and jeeps My underground sound vibrates the streets MC's wanna beef then I play for keeps When they sweat the technique
I speak indiscreet cause talk is cheap Then I get deep and the weak then complete their Pull with a seat, never weak or obsolete They never grow old techniques become antiques Better then something brand new 'cause it's radiant And the wild style'll have much more volume Classical too intelligent to be radical Masterful, never irrelevant: mathemati
Hi my names Harley, im english, 15, good at games, good friend and if im friends with you, you already know that i join my friends if ive got the game their playing. Dont add me randomly if you dont know me i dont want more than 100 friends and if you know a lot about fish and love games then add me. :D