Spintro Video (MV)

Sup G, my name be C
To you I am low key
Fire Jotun O G
More tricks in hat then three
Spit game, run same: no cheats
I kid: I jeet in cleats
My do and flow be fleece
But gold don't fold or freeze
Bronze skin hit air mean speed
Bout time my wave go green
Then again, keep my polish clean and pristine
I sing rock and rap: no bling
Still sheen like I gleam source beams
Like lasers and lightning
Plot schemes to stage scenes for rhyme fiends
I burst tings into being
Rehearsing my versing: no cursing
Still kirk: I work; no shirk in my dirking
Wonder if my wording need nerfing
Nah
Range of power in my 'scribing
Like I'm signing my morphine out
Doctor up a proper sample
Pour out ample
Shots to ramble
Alphabets of soup like campbell
Lock and shamble
Shock and gamble
I can make a fine line shine with kintsugi angles angles
Yeah, rocking stripes like a bengal, band go
And you can run murphies 'til you eddy
I'll just bar up on the sand
Burn all the rum, this my lane this my land
You look a little dizzy there fam
You look a little dizzy there fam
Burn all the rum, this my lane this my land this my land
Just barring up on the sand this my this my land
And you can run murphies 'til you eddy
I'll just bar up on the sand
Burn all the rum, this my land this my land
You look a little dizzy there fam
You look a little dizzy there fam
Burn all the rum, this my land
This my lane this my land this my this my land