Qweloquiallisms

For the hell of it
 You spit irrelevant
 Delicate flows
 Speak child
 Intelligent, Mellow shit kills fellowships _ freestyles
 Smile. Punch lines can crush the spines of the skeptics
 Perfection stepped in
 Three guesses who the best is
 Check it, Check it
 Hello, Hello
 Yo Yo
 I am, I ams dumb, dumb
 Can, Can Qwel, Qwel rock, rock?
 Well, Well um, um
 Fear, fear kids, kids
 Cans, cans spray paint _
 Look out below, its that flow that you were shoutin' 'bout so loud
 Crush flows in mudslides
 Ha ha that ra[?] in punchlines
 Funny like when the thug sun dies at moonrise
 I'm sunshine
 Echos at graveyards are speakin' of us[Echoed]
 Seekin to touch those rainbow demons breathin' beneath graffiti buffs
 Feed the needy
 Fucking bleeding down the side of silver snakes
 _ in a hollow-safeguard[?]
 Dollars in graveyards fill your graves
 Listen through submission and sadistic cultures
 And demon's guns surround our suns like Copernicus-tic vultures
 Soldier's clothing
 Golden swoling(?)
 Souls in carcass herses
 Curse your first-person
 And search for serpents in our verses
 Your crew bleeds too profusely
 Who gave groupies _
 Standing over the remains of a slain fifth-grade class mate
 Who's got cooties
 Excuse me, emcees
 Pretending not to envy me
 But readily sending he_ of frenzy centipedes
 Motherfuckers lack intensity
 And can't rhyme either
 I see words, split 'em in twice with reverbs
 Become a believer
 You blow like you're poprocks with 3 liters
 The shit's on.[?]
 Snap your fat lackin' tracks in half
 Mine are big-boned
 These styles be free
 Qwel sees above weak emcees
 Decibel levels
 An infinite _
 Tesicle Jokes
 Investin'in broke for lines
 Not as dope as mine
 Needs work
 rehearse your speech slurs
 I won like three thirds
 Censor the census
 On my five senses
 And unisex the mutants
 'Till the glitches in my wrist digits salute the richest humans
 The worst heard herbal verbalist
 My thirst for herbs further disturbs this itch
 Servin' kids, track
 Turnicates,
 Smashin' furnishings after class
 With the get in your ass pass, rappin backwards
 Askin' for herbs and the last laugh, laugh