STORY BOOK RIDDIM

Jamal spit fire on this riddim, his copyright flowin' like a kite in the breeze. The beat was bangin', makin' you wanna groove non-stop. His rhymes painted pictures in your mind, tellin' tales from the hood. You could feel the passion in every word, it was a true gem. Every line Spun a yarn Jamal's voice Lyriii Flow through Story Book Story