Mark Sieniarecki

justa low key kinda guy with blood shot eyes killer chron n smooth beats to ya demise I rise up to any occasion with no explanation,I mold ya soul into my own verbal creation and build an empire,retire n tear to the ground without a sound, the sound I bring is from the puget sound,360,saltwater waste of unforseen talent washed away in the low hum of the bass line of the seamen doin they white lines jus to feel sublime.