I gotta do what it is I gotta do,
Make them moves so smooth-like tha asphalt’s left wit grooves...
Wit nothin’ but schytt to prove to you,
Tha light’s bein’ construed, but I can see thru tha clouds to blue
It’s bout time the crops grew,
Reap the sewn and complete the impossible...
Dreams of Murcielagos ‘bouta come true,
Plottin’ exotics; customized rides all lockable...
I’m coppin’ two...
unstoppable once I get funding like DiVinci
Un-spottable in ice, sean john or Givenchy
“Gi’vench’y”, Comprenez-vous, non ou oui...?
You ain’t privy to an international mentality
Irrational flows drown those, burn & float on
Swerve on crafts of herbals an’ byrds wit bur-bon
Marinated… under my tongue I’m salivatin’
In marriage, copulatin’ off track engagement...
ProVherb aka BlaqHorse
=.= 8.23.07
