The Shelter (Freestyle)

im runnin fast from the cops looking for shelter,
im shaken up and shaky like helter skelter
i shoulda never robbed the bank,
stupid robber i shoulda filled the fuckin tank
runnin down the block with a money sack
im easy to spot, only one with gun on his back
only 5 more blacks to go and im free to go
i shoulda never shot the hoe,
she shoulda just opened the till,
but the gun went off and the blood started to spill
and i started feelin ill, got the money and ran
the tank was empty , FUCK the gettaway van
the cops will open me quick, just like a tin can
idont know if within the last block if lost the cop
this shits more dangerous than peddlin crack rocks
but i hear another gun shot, and i look down, blood clot,
the blood slowy spills i feel numb like i was takin purple pills
i keep running as fast as i can farther in the ground,
i hear the last gunshot and its the finaly sound,
lying on the ground i look across the blue skies
the chase is finally over just close my eyes,

im workin on my structure have you seen improvement?
any bitch thats tried to steps left covered with bruises
so many fine bitches they got me picking and choosing
if she show me that twat then ill be quick to abuse it
im sicker than you kid way too nice when i write music
and more hot and dope than a crack pipe after a hit
ill make you my bitch you just cant spit i got the illest
verses how the fuck i aint rich yet get you wet when
i spray the verbal tech im a vet i stay around animals
yo bitch gave me a purple heart when i grabbed her
fat camel toe i stay so fucking high its always like i
just smoked an ounce of dro tell me what you know
about that im bout stacks if you hatin bounce back

I'd like to welcome ya'll to 2010...
My hustle's stronger now then ever, feel the power ascend..
Like light houses, it's a towering trend..
Both ways in my vision, a parking brake.. can't face a collision..
Traffic light... solid green..I'm gonna' follow it all.. but seen
A lot who didn't make it before I made it to fall between.
Uh - n' I've been waiting for ya'll to scream
For the bigger picture before the curtain can draw the screen..
My life's a box of chocolates no Forrest Gump..
3 verses n' never letting a chorus bump...
I got a lot to say n' most people say a few...
But I'm a get everything out.. if it's OK wit' you.
Just life, never just right... so I adjust,
Like the adjust light on a camera n' just write..
..What I feel, n' a deal - life's not a game..
Which would explain why I'm standing here wit' a lot of change.

Not as strange as the other people I've seen rip this.
My gene's scripted, I'm mean - something that's seems vindictive..
Within this is ... episodic to my lifestyle.
See the imagery, every minute I've been a G..
n' didn't key, afraid of the consequence to follow..
Open doors, wit' closing windows n' bolted locks.
Like molten rocks tumbling down...under the ground..
Stumbling now, trying to fumble a crumbling style...
Never mumbling, aisle way piled wit' miles of acids...
Class 1 death if ever to touch the skin...
Trust it, friend... that's a metaphor for my leadership.
..hot on the surface, n' twice as bad when I'm keying shit..
It's meaningless I'm the pianist wit' a cordless mic.
a force of life... n' nature, procreates verbs
n' sentences when the pencil is on ta' paper... so heed warning.
Fucking G, you ain't NEVER wanna see me storm in.
I'll free Norman... bates from the gates of hell...
place a shell, to ya face.. watch as the plates expel..
Bone fracture.. refer to it as it's own rapture.
Jump off from the turnbuckle n' dome smash ya.
Oh, that's uh ... wrestling special finisher.
From this height of talent ya starting to feel miniature
n' hell.. I don't blame ya... that's a symptom of ya weak ego.
Fuck the bullshit... I'm 7/10 in this..deep Regal.

Ok..Not In 'Mulisha' but I : MELT MICS DAILY :, Dont Let Me Get Close Ya : MILF MIGHT LAY ME : Then Im Gone Outta Her : LIFE : Cuz I : DRIFT LIKE HAILEY : (Comet) Stone Cold Fucked The : SPLIFF LIGHT SLAYED ME :, Sick Nigga : JESUS CHRIST Aint BREAKIN' : Punch Ya Pregnant Wife In The Stomach Ya : FETUS LIFE Im TAKIN' :..Sir Malice : CLAP AT THESE FAGS : 'Red-Dot' In The Center Like The : JAPNANESSE FLAG : Gwaped Up : STACKIN' CHEESE CASH :..We Got Strength Of the : M.BISON ELITE FIGHTER : Spit Shit You Hate To Hear And Bring Out The : M.TYSON TEETH bITERS :..Satelite Imagery; Find Ya On : MAP QUEST and GOOGLE MAP : Epitome : PACK TECHS And RUGERS CLAP : We Shootin' Till Ya : ROOF COLLAPSE :..Malice The Dream Snatcher So : FUCK : Ya : ASPERATIONS : Ima Choke Yall Dudes Till Ya Head : BUST :.....Like : MASTURBATION :.. : BACK For THE MOMENT :, Sir Malice Never Knocked Off Cuz i : LACK THE OPPONENTS : Flow-Caine Nigga Watch How I : ATTRACT The COMPONENTS :..I Defeated All The : M.BISON ELITE FIGHTERS : I Spit Some Shit You Dont Wanna Hear And This Dude Pulls Out The : M. TYSON TEETH BITERS : Epitome We The Law 'Round Here 'Witness' The : INDICTMENT Of FREE WRITERS : Stay above The 'Influence' Never : EXCITEMENT Over TREE FIRES : (weed)..Shoot Niggaz Down Daily Like Its My : BEST STREET HOBBY : I Been Runinn' Shit From 'The Sewer Line' To These : LETS BEEF LOBBIES :..My : CREW REALER THAN HIS:, My : JEWELS REALER THAN HIS : And You Know Ima Get My 'Spot' Back Like '101 Dalmations' And : CRUELLA DEVILLE :--PhanTom E

im a terriable man. i sell drugs in the city of trees, im gettin off my weight to make my profit go crazy! im hungry an i seem to be cravin money money money were my gravey!?
got the purple yummyumm sackd up al done no refons this dank get cha azz high to the space..yess it will . give it faith see the starz n the glob shake wen uh earthquak hits! a uh earthquak hits..the product i serve sure packs a hit! i love money see me around it

how many times have you known, spineless men
who talk shit behind their friends backs and lied to them?
people are so decietful- and for what? theres nothing much
to want so bad as to stab someone in the back...
white against black- right against wrong,
stack the odds in my favor- bet my life against God,
that shit will never change until the day of judgement-
cus punishments the only way to educate the public...

fuck you straight off the dome i keep it raw
n ya punches are runnin thin like a loathe of straw
ya boastin all talk so why should we take this rat seriously
cuz i keep it gutta the heat will smootha....
so dont stick ya nose where it dont belong cuz what killd this cat? curiosity
my girl got heels on she gettin feel'd on so i call her my blind mans guide

Thought it was clever, erotica? ... never.
No sensual tip... mental equip... like The Cell, play mind games.
n' my aim's like.... laser precision. - I shoot
Free throw - stay in position... be on the D- low.
E flat, perceive rap like a flute... play in line.
Mic in booth.. write ta' truth bout' my life n' I like the hoop..
So I swish the net wit' a jump shot... looking AND-1..
n' dunk, ock.... punk - do 24' like the jump clock.
That's where the buzzer rings.... my thought's like the score now.
rap lines like half times.. float's in the floor now.
That's corridor style... Corleone to the fullest, man..
a feat of greatness... when I ta' see the pavement.. n' break the ground.
Face it, clown.....you're complacent, to make a statement now.
360... I call you fagots a "race-around".
I chase em' down like a Greek mother - batter n' hand.
Do a a marathon before I spear em' with a battering ram.
so you can, gather ya fam ..put em' in the street with me...
See a fucking deep emcee kick the music cohesively.
Like a science experiment... every line's a pyramid...
See beware... triangular prism - look at ya 3 sphere.
My Sphinx has been known to link to the throne.
I'm 3rd Dynasty.. pencil scribbles marks on the wall - n' words blind emcees.
You nerds try n' ease ya way ta the crown.
I map co-ordinates to plague where ya found... fuck a scribbling threat...
I'd rather limit ya breath to insure a imminent death
...of ya foundation n' then place it in a biblical sense.

well i have more of a spiritual sense of moral thoughts/
i'ma mortal vault of knowlege with 1 key/
i'll play a prophet untill profit beomes me/
yeah most follow the crime image/
while i design rhyme lyrics in 5 minutes/
u talkin illuminati-i'm talkin a human body in high spirits/
my voice is romanticly pleasant/
but strike with a sword that resembles "cloud"s from final fantasy seven/
i just thought of that sweet line now/
so you should resign now u cant beat my style/
i throw the peace sign down then grab the piece like blaow/
i'm educated and highly medicated on lager/
get ya kid snatched and kidnapped then i giftwrap and bag em'/
click-clack the magnum i spit, "splat" i gat em/
snap on em like a croc in deep swamps/
keep cops at a distance- a sentence for me, not!/
release hot steam so when my c.d. drops/
i receive props and i run wit it like my new sneaks were reeboks/
got a calligraphy pen and a bottle of ink/
as a matter of fact...
http://www.datpiff.com/no_DJ_Vincent...a.m154690.html
just follow the link/

elfi smash through buildings like a gigantic boulder im holding composure so fucking hot i evaporate all of the earths moisture theres poise in my atmosphere the world is my oyster smoke blunts when i grab a beer your bitch loves me so i gave her a free poster then she sucked my dick made her gag like a choker smacked that bitch for biting when we hit a bump in the rover thats a 10 count 10-4 roger ya life is over beast when im intoxicated go ham when im sober we could not possibly be related so complex each one of my posts comes with an instructional brochure my toes plant firm give ya bitch face rug burn when i fuck her she say her old mans just a fucking chumpster she saves my condom sperm and throws yours in the dumpster and yells timber when shes cutting my lumber you couldnt be dumber its time to die your first in line no need to take a number

My mind is always tickin of shit i should be spittin
hello future iam here i aint never quittin
im takin you out 1 by 1,
just admit it you need to quit it even if i wrote it down you culdnt spit it
hittin hard like kimbo slice but at the same time this kid flows so nice
ya out matched here ya just dont suffice
so take my advice and run off with ya life

run off with ya life like i got a body on my pen/
throw my body in the pen i'm like rocky in the tenth/
phychologically a strengh to those down on they're luck/
walkin with they're head down in a rutt then they found em a buck/
thousands run amuk with no plans for the future/
nuttin to stand for a man whore'll suit ya/
better yet a scrub,boy/
playin like u gonna come clean like in the bath with tub toys/
mr. love joy.....i'm just babblin'!

I'm like iced Midas, like the blood of Africa's on my fingertips
Particularly when I spit, manifest script, never nondescript
Quite distinct when I think, and when I let my tongue flip
It becomes a new reality as soon as I part my lips
And I'm calculated, pragmatic, almost nihilistic
Because to be perfectly honest, you have to remain realistic
If you intend to retain your existence
You'll need to make everything much more simplistic
This is obvious in my work, you'd be stupid if you missed it
Because the cold symmetry
that my fingers inflicted
Is my inner tapesty manifestly decrypted

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on this net shit, my keystrokes is ted bundy
an i stay around death, cause killing these geeks is funny
no concept or path, high as hell reaching out for stars
cause i twist and mangle dudes like im a crashed car
runnin up into bars smashin on chicks with them pretty faces
stayin stoned as hell like an islamic disgrace
always comin in first place, live on the podium
cause MW2 ain't the only place i be pwning 'em
im like the salvation army an even my cleaning is clever
cause my wipe's kill and ima be freeing forever
Gray be like James Brown chillin in them old rolls
cause i don't need to get down everyone knows i got soul

aimin to make a symphony with instrumental wizardy
stainin the page physically, wakin ya brain mentally
you hear me lyrically givin you ten tenths of me
shakin ya body symmetry, breakin ya bio chemistry
phonetic dialect taken to the highest step
i get it then i invest, you spend it when signin the check
hot, un-foldable, speach box reloadable
detox and sober you, cleave, chop and open you
ninja master killas chillin up in your ceiling rafters
peelin rappers and holdin souls in spirit catchers
lyrics lackin the ill feelin, it's really bafflin
it makes wonder whats got em thinkin they really rappin
silly rabbits, trickin, to me this shit is practice
dirty habits, smoke sessions, & gettin plasterd
drinkin fast wit hopes of re-fillin their glasses
rollin backwards and alone on the road of disaster
they not copin, they runnin from the obligation
knowin, it gonna catch em in an awkward placement
so they avoid turnin to face it, shame hits
em in the face and blame hits below the waist
so it takes longer to flow with the faster pace
its like they have an ache that icy-hot can't erase
the type to start the fight will break
under the pressure, hundreds of stressors
love the agressors,
go to war with the ones that oppress ya
people act like povertys just an arrangement
how you gonna bitch about your world and do nothin to change it
its fuckin amazing, saying the systems takin your shit
cops makin you twitch, and you aint raisin a fist
basically its, the hypocrites way of sayin
i'll set the fire, try to put out the blazes
in and out consciousness in times of accomplishment
bring the viking horde into the village to demolish it
rapin and pillagin, and stealin your prominence
with force equivalent to comets hittin your continent
the sole bringer of fire inside a cold winter
what i deliver thru the wire is a bold scripture
it aint the bible, it's my own fixture
of tireless rhymes, divided inside the mixer
white liquor, stolichnaya, smokin fire
had to say i lacked respect for my sole providor
no choir to preach to, your rhymin is see-through
i'm five classes up, not the type thats beneath you
write for the people, for the rights of the people
and to moonlight the types that'll try to decieve you
cerebral, they feelin it in the cortex
verses so long they readin em in a sports-plex
i learned and absorbed from the best
so follow along, theres alot more to address...
im not a foreigner, less than a local,
effortless vocals, that are sure to perplex and provoke you
fly to the polar caps and back in only a snap
holdin a map, with a cape thrown over my back
blowin a sack of dro that was grown in iraq
throwin the facts at those who dont notice the rap

runnin from life for years ive been sore
my mentors a galloping centaur
i sent whores to the back of the planet
when i walk my feets crackin the granite
every step that actually landed
i happen to damage every molecule
fallin tools will sever all you fools
im callin mules to carry my stash
im scary still im buried in ash
green fairys in a glass for my consumption
my veins are pumpin slowly clumpin
dumpin somethin in a dungeon
im runnin still but lifes caught up
everyday my wifes bought nut

runnin from life for years ive been sore
my mentors a galloping centaur
i sent whores to the back of the planet
when i walk my feets crackin the granite
every step that actually landed
i happen to damage every molecule
fallin tools will sever all you fools
im callin mules to carry my stash
im scary still im buried in ash
green fairys in a glass for my consumption
my veins are pumpin slowly clumpin
dumpin somethin in a dungeon
im runnin still but lifes caught up
everyday my wifes bought nut

i am a man with nothin to prove what could i suffer to lose
when my pride's aready died and i'm bludgeoned and bruised
rushin my moves but there's somethin heavy up in my shoes
stuck in this groove like i fell in and was covered with glue
nothin to do... but continue meaning nothing to you
singly a crew of a person with the drive of a mule who's mind is a tool
but youre blind to my grind so you eye like a fool
but that eye is my Integrity-makes me bold-gives me weaponry
leaves you sufferin on ya knees like you diseased from some leprosy

holy fuck edison, maybe drop a open mic?

i question the essence of some of the lame's testin
cause i be droppin lesson's my pointer? a smith a wesson
loadin a full clip to equip my attack on the pulpit
no bullshit, i be bustin shot's at them culprits
them lying lames that are trying to bust game
i'll claim fame while my pointer will muster a flame
to braise these homo thugs that act tough but never be backin it up
behind a keyboard or screen and all the while they just actin it up
these myspace, facebook, twitter bullshit talking gangsters
that'll get wrapped up if they ever were caught talkin to strangers
they real anxious... sweating bullets out of they head
but were never dangerous actin like they wana be dead
posin like they fuckin with crime they ain't gettin none of my time
& they can stay broke cause i ain't payin them no mind

Yeah, I am awake... rhyming, fuck a line in a cake...
I'm trying create, the pastry right inside the bakery...
You're fake ta' me... most are, n' approach accordingly...
But none of em' wanna war wit me EVA... let me say it again...
My brain n' this pen are one in this same...
Synonymous to ta' common sense that runs in my veins
My blood line does marathons I pump acid like battery
wit' alkaline fluids going up my heart and anatomy...
You're helium air compounds floating up wit no gravity
n need to be tied down... you're seeing me rhyme
Believe it, a meaningful mind - I'll be seated beside style.
These kids old news with the pro tools flipping the page...
Nicolas Cage fire when I'm gripping ta' gauge
wit' meticulous rage... shooting any secular humanist.
Who wants to view this shit as some sort of Anti-Christ movement... bitch
I believe-in the man.. and even, dreaming I can...
reach for the heavens... through the dark skies... just as soon as that spark flies.
That's a testament.. you can look where my heart lies.
Melatonin energy about as high as Marley's recording.
And I hardly perform in a manner any more than my grammar
Goes to war wit' raps dim-witted heavily dumb-in it down..
But I'm coming in now... breaking the bias.
Take my place in the highest graces ever placed into mine, it's
An honor to be honored, to me honor is like recognition
based on a local success - any folk can address...
I've been dope with the text.. crushed many in a window of time.
Cocaine habit for a dentist... I've been fill-in, in lines.

prestige leagued g supreme being frees beast
wreck beats impress freaks disrespect police
stop ya chests beat drop ya off on a street
destroy whole fleets dropping all my enemies
propaganda breeds deceit son i serve defeat
lyrically so heavenly when i spit ya perishing

Flip rhymes like chemistry, write lines like symmetry
Chains like protein for the beat nutritionally
Deoxyribonucleic acid manifests my abilities
De-moxie rivals like a Gaelic bastard, my proclivity
Simply eclipse the industry with groundbreaking imagery
Speak visually like God, play with words rhythmically
Don't ask about me, most think that I'm mythology
My chronology sounds too much like gemology
Diamond in a rough genealogy, but I need no apologies
Saying I'm a monster is honestly speaking modestly
They'll try to silence me, hate on my audacity
Because I easily see through the establishments opacity
Sometimes I'll state it nastily, other's, matter-of-factly
Either way, it causes some to attack me, I embrace it happily
Haters don't feed me, but they grant my name gravity
So, listen to the prophet, I'll even predict catastrophe
But my warnings never seem to affect the resulting casualties

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Originally Posted by Edison Av

i get it then i invest, you spend it when signin the check
hot, un-foldable, speach box reloadable
detox and sober you, cleave, chop and open you
ninja master killas chillin up in your ceiling rafters
peelin rappers and holdin souls in spirit catchers

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Now that's talent sorry to distrub you all from you cypher or whatever edison :2thumb: real talk........

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Originally Posted by Eko Ren

Sometimes I'll state it nastily, other's, matter-of-factly
Either way, it causes some to attack me, I embrace it happily
Haters don't feed me, but they grant my name gravity
So, listen to the prophet, I'll even predict catastrophe
But my warnings never seem to affect the resulting casualties

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ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhohhhhhhhhhhhh that's gangsta

the drunken writer in need of a blunt & lighter
once a fighter, reduced to a tired version
of a person he aspired to be in a life prior
or so it seems, a hope & dream retired
left the to choir to decide upon & conspire
hung jury, crowd of one with enough fury
to equal a hundred of peoples assumptions
that the reaper is comin becuz he sees em,
and the evil above and below em,
demons in front of him, preists run from him
he keeps stumblin & stumblin
wonderin how remain humble &
hustle his way back to the up & up again
hands cuppin em, thinkin he's prayin to nothin again
just an adjustment,
brain corrupted, thoughts abducted, loss of substance
another day the life of the dead
another night with the type of regret
that feels like a knife in the head
it's like the key to the box is inside of the box
but why is it locked?
a paradox, the hands of the clock
movin in 3 dimensions, in animated suspension
travellin pilgrim with hazardous symptoms
alienated wisdom and patterns clash in the nervous system

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Originally Posted by TaLentedStyles

Now that's talent sorry to distrub you all from you cypher or whatever edison :2thumb: real talk........

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hey i appreciate that, but i gotta admit it's hard to take you seriously when you have the word "talent" next to a pic of talent's polar opposite

edit: sry for the freepost, wasn't paying attention

I'm doing nothing but procrastinating
I'd consider pretty much time wasting
Rambling and rapping random shit
While my brain degenerates bit by bit
Living by the motto carpe diem
Chillin instead of recording albums
Expressing my boredom through boredom itself
While looking at a book-less book shelf
Studying seems like a load of crap
When you can just flunk the test and then take a nap

i'm finnicky fickle and a little synical at times
when I see open slops laced with pitiful rhymes
forget the sublime.... it's open out forgery
let me murder these attempts, get the orderly
dropping cussing tones, busting celebrated failures
i'm the seething demon who'll elibriatedly impail ya
then make chicken and mad cow punani origami
out you scriptures, topping off like pastrami and salami
even with a slice of the pie you'll leave in pieces
spits irrelevant like drug dealers and Jesus pieces
watch as the 1-4 learn ya like Jesus thesis
with "holy shit" coming out ya mouth like Jesus feces
i spit hell, make frames frail like a peek at the ark of the covenant
so many follow my words, i should start up a government
snappin' crooks in the necks while they look up in wonderment
as they life flash with the lightning and wonder where the thunder went

this a free off the stop and you couldnt tell me stop
hell no i get that chedda and im smokin off the crop
rewind the track and i'll cap ya pops
you dont wanna it with me cant ya see
dawg i just free like fixin ya knee is canada
but i'll let the tech blam at ya i cant stand ya cuz
get a pencial and just jam in ya
you cant compete with me in the worst way
leave you in a hurst day without listen to ya verse eh
and ill fuck ya bitch in ya birthplace
but then again that might not even be enough
cuz that doesnt even hurt gays

is canada should be in canada LOL

infinite ministries of mystic scripted caligraphy
concentrated like the buzz of frequency entropy
leavin leagues of enemies impaled by mental energy
with trails of entrails leading to E's embassy
my verbal density's sure to be end of your peasantry
fuck the pleasantries, we infect tracks with leprosy
desprately seeking a long-lasting state of ecsasty
and secondly make a legacy, names remain endlessly

spandex and leg warmers; a source of friction
rub it on, jim... till it eradicates the diction
and we could whisper sweet dreams and endlessly sleep
like a peasant, a fancy boy with no blanket or bed sheet
like a pigeon fucking a grasshopper with its beak
a kafka talking raven, i'm sure to lose some sleep
demon bards, return with no fish and no nancy
misandric beauties swim airborne, bye-peace-regards

thats more of poetry/ sprt of morbidly thought out/
you couldnt get a fourth of me brought out/
so i wont sell my soul-hell is shown before me, you all doubt/
thee existence/ its right infront of your vision/
cuz see this summer was sizzlin'/
sometimes i wonder what if my number was called but the number was missin'/
sometimes i wonder am i strong enough for prison if i ever went/
never bent outta shape, its evident my mouth is gapin'
sounds escapin' like a trumpets end/
tell you to come/cum again like my girl tells me/
i'll be the host of the "fuck the world" LP/

I smoke trees, release to put my mind at ease
Speak as I please until I find peace and the tension frees
Fulfill my needs by making cheese, stacking swiss by chasing dreams
Until I'm free and the clean, surrounded by green leaves
Astounded by green loose leafs, no greed but I'm no priest
No bowing to the east, no ashy knees, but I have principalities

Ive learnt to keep my heart in my hand so no bitch can rob it from me
glue my eyes shut so no beauty can throb me
no movie no action clip but a tale of two hearts
the vine grew around and then broke us to parts
when we broke up i woke up then got my mind to try n settle
if only tha actions i missplaced could have been controlled ..peddle
would of sat back and observed every sudden attempt
now im kickin it by myself heartbrokes reached the highest percent.

M.o.B

Slip it past the entrance pocket the rest
make sure you have enough sense left
pull out your id's and let us reconnect
at the bar where they sellin' some of the best
whatever they have you can get...shorty
we talkin' shots darling no, not 6 40's
we ain't talkin' time we talkin' hit's surely
and if you don't like that we can get lit, shortly
after we hit the dancefloor for a moment
get lost in the crowd have all the money and blow it
like it's too hot for you to grasp oh...oh...you know it
so let the party commence and affect our performance
before you know it we'll forget about it all in the mornin

forget about it all in the mornin'- the market is stormin'/
with this classic rap thus stacks of cash i haul wit a forklift/
knock on the door, quick of the offices,corporate/
bosses snore wit the ya awfully poor writ/
i call it garbage in torment of my ear drums/
i hear bum peers come till my ears numb/
smear cum over your manuscript/
i'll slam u pricks and beat u wit bamboo sticks like "damn u bitch"/