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There is something about this song that ive seen before
Someone was here that told the future i cant ignore
A tree in the park or a meal on the counter
A female gazing my way with a smile like a shower
A power or symbol that i need to remember
The sun shinning brightly in middle December
Or late January or was it an eclipse
Oh well, parental advisory seems meaningless
My raps are disgusting like toxic waste
Girls got their eyes on my card like an optic ace
But they don't get jack, I'm the king of the cheddar
Once you hear my song, you'll sing it forever
I'm freakin' unbreakable like Bruce Willis
And my swagga's for the girls, forget if dudes feel this
im tired of bitches crying, dropping from battle circuits//
i guess you got the king of pussies, yall deserve it//
my flow out the cage, a little goofy, but im off the chain//
waste my lyrics, are you serious, im trying to rap//
fuck the "i dont feel like battling, but you came hard on that track"//
fuck these pussies and hoes, look at these pussies like camel toe//
let my semi blow tat tat tat, try and come back//
my keystyles gonna kill me a faggot tonight
guess got my eyes straight on the queer guys//
Queer guys mentioned like you wanted a mutual detention
That's a lesson in messing that I don't want impressioned
Cause my head's already full with juice like olive oil dressing
It's a blessing that the youth could be gifted with my presence
Constantly stressing truth with my lyrical message
Or should I say spiritual message gift wrapped like a present?
I bet you couldn't connect if you were a born-again adolescent
It takes patience for progression you punk fakes best respect it
...and as it all fades to black, I think back,
how I made my ship sink and go under before it was under attack,
I wonder whether I'm really 'whack', productive or idle,
I'm just me being me, I have a name but I don't need a title,
my idol is Charles Manson because he escaped the human mind,
mine's inescapable, I've found everything there is to find,
I wonder often times if what I'm doing's considered well,
I relate myself to him, but he's sitting in a cell,
he's satisfied with that but he's got used to it, material rid,
we're all so pampered with the useless shit, loosely raising kids,
I almost wish I did some crazy shit when I was young,
get myself a place up in the prison, then I'd be speaking tongues,
my phone rang I let it go, and regretted it as it rung,
don't know why I never answer, every song's the one I haven't sung
it's probably God on the line, patiently waiting endlessly
for Jason to face his destiny and messily end the ecstasy
of misery and depression, find essence in recession,
life's down several points below the dollar, under this is a lesson
recess is only 10 minutes long when you're a child,
but in the cesspool of human existence it lasts a while,
mild and wild at the same time, defile sense in a pickle,
robbed at the store for my pocket full of nickels...
Sittin staring at this page. feelin lost in a daze. damn i shoulda stopped. smoked to much of that haze. now im fuckin trippin. and my words keep fucking slippin. im bout to hold up a store. and the ruger ima be grippin. i look the devil in his eyes and smile back like a gee. said show me what you got. death means nothin me. and he game eternal life. what do i got to live for. like i said im high off of haze. holdin up a damn store. i feel like shit. i should probably lay down. visions of a ocean. feeling like ima drown. ima go eat sumthing. and prolly fall asleep. buggin cause with every bite. i feel like i lost my teeth. im in another world. where colors all seem grey. and its dark outside with a full moon. coulda sworn it was the middle of the day. blinking wipin my eyes. tryin to loose this disguise. of a crazy man wanted. for killin lincoln in the high rise. now im gettin paranoid. thinkin everybody a spy. comin juss for me. sittin here askin why. looking at my paper. wanting to write sum serious shit. ended up online. spittin sumthin thats kinda sick.
kinda sick^?
my lines r piff, I seperate thighs on chicks
then blow white until the dimes are stiff
I come from a bad place with good teachers
Where a mac sprays if a hoods meaner
Don't want to get caught up in the tragedies they start in bare fights
Gotta keep a vest on, mind sealed up, n my heart airtight
Airflights, well, their coming pretty soon cuz I'm comin home to the states
Finally get back to ridin on chrome when I skate
When ice that glows like a saint, liquor and a meal cooked at home on my plate
Will I get the stressed released?...dunno, but the sets help, I'm damn tired kid
But I still spit forever on here, I got bars for days, like a vampires crib
Get it?...cuz his ass would burn up otherwise, ina flash of dust
I'm glad I got a full notepad to blow past n cash to strut
Pretty soon be plastered as fuck, meet my maker or another damn face
Be in the hallway drinkin Jager until I can't stand straight
You might be sick, but it's just a past tense for you
and if the stores outta Henny then an Absynthe'll do
Ya'll like bee's, I'd rather not poke when fervored
and I rip kids away from their fam like a social worker...
^And Close they circle?
I say fuck your Dogs, I'll be up on your Porch like a Postal Worker
Known Berzerker. I'm the type to Hang Ten Over Board like a Coastal Surfer
Ease up my nerves when I Free Up some Verbs and Smoke some Purple
I'm always getting by.. Im so High I never even come Close to these Hurdles
..Stay Crooked wit da Law as a Hoodlum wit Da Flaws
I'm not Dmx, though I'm a Writer for Life, but Still looking for a Job
I love the Cypher'in but I'm stuck on the drugs this time my friends
And I just popped my last Vicodin...
So I'm guessing it will be a few days before I Rhyme Again
Well, color me a liar, I'll keep Comin to the Cypher
Cause If my heats in reduction its leaves Somthing to Desire
Mother Hubbard looking skyward to the desturction of my Chior
I'll send some beef through the Fire, From the Oven to the Frier
'Spit-HOT' i 'Burn-Songs'.. If a battle Turns-Wrong' Expect-Defeat//
Sharp Words, Slice-Quick, Cut u from ya Neck-2-Feet!..//
Disrespect Emcees, Turn Ego'z and Alias into Lunch-Meat//
u Chumps-Beef.. and get Sent Up Creek wit Broken-Nose's//This nigga before me Sucks..('Hope-he-knowz-It')//
Close Open Lips Quick.. When ya Tung-Disperse//
Bring eqiupped flows.. Cuz if u Blow ill make ya Lungz-Comburst//
yall Dumb-oV-Course!!..Ur Alice, change tha Wonder Land when u Die.. im tha Reason u Become-a-Corpse//
I make a new mistake every second I'm awake,
I deserve to die slow, why though? my mother's sake,
can't go another day going the other way, take
one look at me and you'll see just another fake,
don't hold your breath waiting for me to change, you'll suffocate,
i can hold my breath for days, blow the candles on my cake
out and wish for suffering and contemplate in a dirty lake.
and when it starts making sense is when your head starts to ache.
My tongue is volatile, teeth beatin at speeds make it combustible...
Commit more crimes than Colnel Mustard in Clue, just untouchable...
Lungs emit toxic toxins, straight spittin and rippin with atrocious fumes
My brain remains a flame drainin the soul outta you till theres a ghost in the room
Coast to coast, most know this as true, my competitors spit like most colons'll-do
after a heavy dose of potent fiber n me and my crew just rollin' on you...
The point, i'm not really sure, i let the philly burn while i hunt with guns...
But if one things for sure, i'mma neva gon' really turn away cuz this blunt don' run..
^ but the cunt's mo fun, dont brandish near my vantage G
or my family will dismantle you n handle the beef
I got a head for cyphers, sets of fire
to walk in hand with over dead mcguivers
my cess is fire when in my home state
the home waits until my bones straight and
I can roam back to the clones that grow great
know I am gonna be on that gully shit forever and a day
for my cheddar I will spray, berettas or a flame
nah fuck that weak shit, I'll show you how it is done
with 100 pound rounds in a howitzers gun
Bored as hell, torchin scales for mere amusement
the fear is music, to my ears, I lose it
so tired of not havin a mic to smash with a line or two
cant wait to get home to grab some everclear and clear my mind with brew
^My time is due, i'll mix the coronas with a lime-or-two
You do whatever i Say.... and i say Simon-who?
I'm confused, done lost my ability to think straight...
Guess i think gay, but that aint what the pink say so don't hate..
I'm waitin for this hangover, sure to fuck me up it's fact
hair of the dog? I'm pairin it off with a beer n some jack
One shot two shots, now i'm ready ta party-yall
Gonna get this shit poppin, like it's fuckin mardi-gras
pass me the stash, blunt ash will fill the tray fast
When i'm out pull out cash and rehash my way back to havin a blast!
Hmmm....
Whats this notion... Could it be bogus?...
Finally got the urge to keep my minds eye focused...
Distinct similarities between the then and the now...
Raise certain questions like the when and the how...
Like Zen and the tao, theres a reason for all...
Waitin' for fate by the phone with faith that he'll call...
*Sigh* Not one for the static of the mellow dramatic...
But life is a bitch and she keeps lettin' me have it...
Lady luck... We had a convo but couldn't relate...
Father time left me behind now im spittin' this late...
But whatever,
I'll find It... Earn that... And get Her... If im lucky...
Stupid fresh cuz im fly and my teachers wanted to flunk me...
The things that i knew, are the things that are "Was"...
Now i look to the future, and i stare, just because...
... Secretly i believe that if i give it a proper gaze...
That this young man before you might see some better days...
Haha...
You see,
I fell into the trap...
This Switched from sick shit to an emotional rap...
But Im not troubled, stressed, distressed or depressed...
Im Just speaking on some issues that i'd like to address...
I'll end this with a stereotype type number...
Love Ass, Got Skillz, Gatz Blast like thunder...