TBH saga, mad mad drama, disembarking once again, the northern top planner.
Pancrase champion class funcrusher, the back paceker bringing back all the freshest material.
Rappers turning into harmless pop stars, still the big fish in a pond of zines.
We see it through, we don't need your seat, stinking rotten underground brand.
Overcoming the slump with zero stunts, the new century replicant loading works with passion.
The remains from 'Thumpin' have no chance for reissue, juniors aside, no one gets your instant jungles.
Our mission operates beneath the surface, a revolutionist using mics like a Beretta.
Battle quallity, propped against the countless obsessed hit-makers, second to none.
Spirit photograph the succession of epemeral speaks, like sketching the contour of airflows.
A chain letter from my pen-
