now im still sittin here i wathc the clock tikkin/
it has been hours and my book is fully written/
the hand stopped but mouth started spittin/
my hands started movin and my head started bouncin/
my mom walked in “what the fuck are you doin son?”/
it is´nt me i dont have a clue mom/
ive been sittin here all day/
its a long story but ill explaine/
sweat drippin down my four head/
“are you on drugs?”/
no mom its my hand it would not stop/
and then it floated into her, she did a headspin
topwork footwork backspin/
it is every were/
the hip hop spirit carryed her/
into my closet to put her in some old school adidas/

“Misda Madnes straight outta Green Town”
hvernig er etta? skrifadi etta a 25min!!!