This is Dvorak Wahlberg rocking the
mic at you, representing my posse
I be ‘Hanging Touch’
typing all night,
with my girl by my side,
ready to rap out a sound cloud,
this is the write stuff,
if ya know the rules,
then step by step
I am hitting that space,
bar none these are the
illest beats!

Qwerty don’t dance
to these, girl,
face the music with me,
this block is 10 streets
over from us,
did I blow your
mind with that titbit?
But
where do I go from here?