I’m ‘a mix up, twist the words like a JOURNALIST
Slice ’em, dice ’em – I’m a verbal herbalist
These fine rhymes are mine, you’ll never burgle this
A hurdlist, ain’t nothing in my way! And I’m ‘a murder this
Next word: TEAPOT
I’m ‘a mix up, twist the words like a JOURNALIST
Slice ’em, dice ’em – I’m a verbal herbalist
These fine rhymes are mine, you’ll never burgle this
A hurdlist, ain’t nothing in my way! And I’m ‘a murder this
Next word: TEAPOT
H A I L to the King!
Come on now join with me and sing
Open up your heart and let the praise ring
‘Cos brother, ain’t no other who can take away your sin.
Next word: JOURNALIST
You’re trying to keep me in my place – shut down like a no-fly zone
You all up in my face, come on now, won’t you leave me alone
I’m not breaking my stride, eyes fixed upon the throne
you’re a pain in my side, more trouble than a KIDNEY stone
Next word: HAIL
Like critical digital ro-ROBOTics
I’m the lyrical miracle – flow most hottest
No analogue catalogue of slo-mo topics
I’m a soulman programmed with God philosophics
Next word: KIDNEY
Just added all the previous lyrics from last year, starting in August, when I first started the game.
Enjoy.
This week’s word: ROBOT