Summer Glen
Written early 2023
Song by: G Mills
We are always searching for the one thing that we can’t find, so I just rely on spitting flames well that’s what I strive
To do acts of voodoo on the track, that’s how it comes alive! Hence I am a monster with the mic, the rap’s Frankenstein...
But you know, Subatomic just knows how to spit it, with all of these rhymes you would feel like he should have a limit
Forget it, ‘cause with the pen the outcomes infinite. You’ll never turn the tap off when it starts to exhibit:
The type of flow which comes in waves, it rocks the boats, so as I rise you’ll start to float
Then chant my name, the “Rhyming GOAT”...
So on that note...
That’s why I come through with the mic so nice that it’s really kung-fu mixed with Mic Tyson
Every verse is mixed with ricin, yours are plain, are you a bison? Roaming free...
What I spit is more unique than sprinting snails or snakes with feet, and you can meet me on the track I have more lines than balance sheets...
So bow to me...
