Cross by CeeDubelu

Learned to make
beats drop like flies
til the world take
notice of my rise.
and I'm being flown out to kill'em neat
for a price.

I eat where i dwell,
All corners are my canvas,
Like a spiders home.

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I tap out these beats
So these vibes reverb through screens.
Feel for tremors back.

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Their mine when I weave,
But yours when you're rapt in it,
Enjoy the music.