to the god unless the topic is great, or get George Strombouloupolous knocked in the face homie. Strings swing like some pendulum bling: slung around somebody's neck for the attention it brings. From potential to kinetic, guess I'm made to be king: I sway the groupies, Dave Suzuki, check the nature of things. Unbelievable rap steeze, it's unseizable. You can't grasp or fathom the wrath that's unreachable. In the past assassins attacked the unbreachable, but gasped when they gulped the wrong glass: inconceivable. Kids are fit to fail let alone get the grail. Cruise around for nothin', cousin? Stick to sippin' ginger ale. I breeze like winter gale, leave these rappers sick and frail, ripped the Richter Scale and I was only clippin' fingernails. I call this recreation. They call it desecration. Put your sweat into your rep, guess you could say I wreck creations. Without a hesitation known for blessing stages. Don't test your fate: a blender ain't the place you wanna rest your face in. Track Name: Dreams of Hawaiian Sophie I had a dream like Martin Luther that started super: watching the clouds cruise and stars manoeuver. All the waitresses abandonned their jobs at Hooters and suddenly appeared on the beach rocking bras in Cuba. Scrubbing each other's arms with lufa, there was Carmen, Uma, and at one point thought I saw Medusa; but I wasn't lubing no boobs for kama sutra - I was charming their crew singing songs of Judah. King Solomon brought keys to