Imagine for a second a silhouette of a perfect frame.. Lets just say that Hip-Hop is her name..
On the other hand her body spits rhythm & blues, shes bangin from bottom to top..
Viciously my heart pops..
Locks when she cross fades..1-2 and she dont stop..
Energetic, and her flow is athletic..
Most people hear what shes sayin, but only I get it..
Has my heart and soul doing windmills & backflips..
On & on, Bonnie & Clyde, breaking to the beat of our hearts drums, new school & old-school on that forever tip..
Phenom, when she re-mixes the beat of my heart..
She turned tables to mix us together but I spit tables turned to/get/her love to push start..
Eye to I is where our hearts meet..
Im the rhyme & shes the dopest beat..
This genius was calling for an ambulance.
Lmfaaaaaaao I’m dead xD
