Stashing skins that I want to peel. Looking for the swagger to contrenplate a deal. The play is cool like zero below, spitting ice when the lyrics flow. A rap tune melody like digital. The beats so heavy making a sound, that it hits the floor and bounce around. Fashion and designs coming off the rack, for beautiful ladies to work that back. Jeans so nice their worn with pride, skin tight to shape their hide. I perform the arts in a blazing sweat; photographing my way, It’s known that I’m the best. Stereos are bumping it in every truck and car. You can stand there listening and hear them from a far. A scenario melody that stays in your heart.