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this aint nothin but quick rap to give
fuckin dweebs off the corner aint gonna forgive
the shit theyve done insultin n bustin
callin out names that'll have your head busted
thrown over a bridge and left you forgotten
dont ya remember?
na you was to busy makin homemade muffins
i believe there is hip hop but the bitch is hidin
cause the last time i seen it was fillin up rivers cryin
of course hip hop survived them...it had to
we lost big pac and pun damn that was bad dude
big L's dead made me mad too....the jakes took TI and Pap Poose
lil wayne about to do a year? is that true
if hes gone who he goin to leave rap to
i think drake have u heard that dude?
homies a beat killer every track through
or Jeezy cause every rap sell like his crack do
lupe spit thoughts and snaps too
then theres tha legends in my eyes
no order cause they equal noone was better in my eyes
Biggie, B.L.(big l)...Pun and 2Pac
its no track wit all four of them cause that'll be 2hot
Nas Kiss Hov...and Styles
if u know tha link to a track with them can u type that down
and when it comes down to Common, and Mos Def
nigga im like santanna....Oh Yes
black into the night
tracks wicked outside
trains are screaming,
derailment splashs into the lake...moonlight gleaming
pick up ya life and leave the site
emergency crews run up, flashing lights
losing lives like kimbo slice fights
train murks trapped ones like ghetto trap houses
young girls, young brave hearts pray for spouses
dont choke bitch, spit that nugget out ya mouth
spit it all out till slober turns to the south,
ya know, its called an opposite of real wet, a drought
spectacular braces added to the ya face, ya a bigmouth
chomp down on my swag meter
turned up on high, pull out the flag reader
those boyz ova there look something like ATL PIMP Crips
i could tell by my flag reader, by the way i c ur slobbin dips
is it spicy? blood, or cool crip?
grab weezy sizzurp and take a dual sip
woa woa now lil codeine tipsy on no coughing
cant control your own actions...head to the bank , make a standoff
your thoughts clouded, no meaning but intentions of money
fuck that yall, ill just give ya a single track on my album, let me hit that rummy
on fire is this little rapper starting the stick rubbage
ten weeks later im still hot and your wasted like garbage.....
yoo how am i supostu freestyle when i aint got no pen
fuck it i guess ill type it then
yoo recently my parents caught me like 10 times smoking weed
trying to guilt me in saying "Son, this is not the life you wanna lead."
Like every1 else i just smiled and waved
went out party and raved
smoked up got fucked up more then i eva did
i was so high i saw an alien ship ran and hid
idk y but when i freestyle i just say some crazy shit
like " IM GONNA NUKE THE COUNTRY" and throw obama in a pit
see im one of the few real ppl that just spit and dont give a crap
unlike you guys who backspaced 20 times a line... w,e i type i just leave it like that
Shiit...
I don't believe in dreaming, in fact.. I don't go to sleep
I chose a sheep, and beat it down' with a Sony Controller piece'
watch most of the dome release, like it's a new game
most of Hip Hop is too lame, I sit back & watch it exclude fame
You think you'll be anything other than watching the goal line?
it's a cold fine, I'll die before I let this music control mine
Hide behind my soul, as the optics glow & then go blind...
While executives kick the business ethics the whole time...
I'm not trying to be gospel, fictional or religious...
This shit is acidic, every citizen isn't aware of it's limits...
I'm pretty clear it's a gimmick developed by the socialites
at open mics, who construe what the music is through their vocal rights
I'm the token, let folks ignite the flames of protestant fellowship...
the metal clip, tongue - I distinguish flames from the hellish grip.
As the fellows spit, ruthless ambitions in a cipher..
the foreign tongue of disciples write the writtens on a typer
& the message is this, I'm been blessed with the gifts of the leader
topple over wordsmiths .. I see the grip of the leaver
I slice the tip with the cleaver and watch the hydrant of verses erupt...
The merciless pup.. the inner workings of my personal stuff
I drafted into the lime light, I define what I rhyme like...
behind hype, decide whether the circuitry can defy life..
whenever I try type, breaking the keyboard wit' the schism
see MORE than a vision no more eluding the politics
before you dudes can acknowledge SHIT! ... try looking up the basic facts
I placed in tracks, statements.. beyond the cases of ancient acts
im a known spitter
damn being a chrome gripper
or being tha dome ripper
i enjoy being tha dome getter
sometimes im tha dome giver
but she still swallow wat the bone deliver
lets change tha pace
imma have my own plain in space
well planet...its goin to have terrian on it
its goin to be called TERROR and my fam shall forever remain on it
i took a oath i shall forever remain honest
thats why they tarnish
im perscribed weed by my pharmist
no arm under my garments
AX on tha arm pits
thats all u gon get shit
im gone bitch
i juss recently stopped smokin weed im tryna let my mind clear up/
when i think about the losses i took its hard not to tear up/
confessions of a fukk up is what id call my book/
if folks could only see the inside they wouldnt want a second look/
if this what it takes for success or being the best/
i'll gladly keep goin and wipe the blood off my vest/
lifes a test atleast thats what the old folks say/
but i wonder if they faced these questions durin their hayday/
like wheres my next meal comin from if it is one/
and will i wake to see the risin sun/
The Risinng Sun?...Then my Time has Come-
in a mentle flurry forming an uprise into a Tide of One..
While Self Rightous Sons, spawn the Bliss in Ignorence
I Skip they're Images attempting to Blind my Thrid Eye Above!
These Residents of mine have spun, into a Fight Amongst-
The demons released as you Unlock your Mind with Drugs..
I try to stay aligned with Love, But somtimes the Nights are Rough
I feel my insides Errupt when I invoke the Divine with Trust!
..The Mass Apeal of Man and will is that Revealed with Happy Meals,
But I grasp my wheel and Mastered Shields to widdle back the Battle Field.
My Magics sealed In Grander Yeilds of higher matter in the Talisman,
If it Balences my actions is yet to be answered unless I fall into a casim of Banishment..
YO i knew this day had to come
i see a spacecraft of god i gotta run
yo i just smoked liek 3 pounds of grass
went home fell on my ass and got hungry and ate some hash
cuz i do fucked up shit when high
two days ago i put ur brother in the oven and just left him to die
so when high step the fuk out of my way dont let me see you
cuz youll be dead buired 6 ft under like the other 50 to
Triple a sicker move, cause a ripple effect,...to the nipple & neck
disintegrates from the body, .. minutes later, I'll probably
get a hobby to pass the time, it's asinine to think
you cats in a class of mine, high off acid, & capsule grinding..
the facts of rhyming in this, if it's not off the top
then you mind don't exist in a world, where you can spit
without being ripped when I'm gripping' ya talent..
frickin' metallic built... Optimus, shoulder-missile metropolis
side winder grinds ya eye-liner when the target is locked in this
I shoot to kill, coupe-deville ... riding out on ya troops @ will..
Gonna need the recruitment still.. Obama on the paper-work...
I make it work... just name the assailant I'm gonna break in, first..
Peep... Off that uh.. Juelz Ortiz beat.. If u fah eva a fan of hip hop
I'm sick with the scripts nigga you'll get ripped, quick with the four fifth
Ur liver'll shift, kidney clipped, u gone need a lift, cuz that sum serious shit
Delirious witt, n im good with linguistics.. sick wit it, twisted like that Saw dude
Thats why i dont fuck w.yall fools, n u can call a nigga rude.. so, fuck you too
But what i do an when i do it, it's done, u dudes'll get sonned, nah, no pun
Cuz i can fuck ya mom, then make u my son, that or the gun, so which one?
Go dumb.. before i snap you niggaz, cock back and off the map you niggaz
Oh you dont scrap bitches..
Then you can feel em, i gotta extra clip, just cock back... handle my bitness
Clappin these triggaz... like im ovatin with pistols, u gotta issue, i wont miss you
Precise like a missle cuttin the air like its tissue... wit da silencer hear it whistle..
My vision parts sunny afternoon
grey skies, lies catch up to soon
They analyze try to match the goons
Like it was 93, kids wearing printed toons
But now its leggings, kids pretending to be threatening
artful sketchings, hipsters and gay weddings
start your fetching, of quips and rapper slander
brail like edging? no, razor wit leave you in tatters
Circle dismissed, try to diss you aint prepared
Knights of the Round, Arthur keep a noble air
My styles complex like the rules of backgammon,
punchlines left off like a cannon,
ill put this beat on ice G,
so you other rappers better step lightly,
before you crack and fall,
rappers you dont rap at all,
i screw beats like Quagmire with a plastic doll,
you're artificial,
we wouldnt be stranded on this issue,
if you wouldve landed on a tissue,
its fine,
its your right to reach the womb and grow,
im jus tryna get more viewers than the truman show,
ya boy E,
explosive like the element ,
so coolin me down is a volatile experiment,
ha I blaze this shit laced with amazing graces
could make an old man see his neighbors in spaceships
so hi-di-ho
I saw a man say "why I gotta be whitey yo"
a whiny ho..
in the lining of his limo's where you'd find some coke
your mind must be broke..you friggin spineless bloke
and your bitch ugly like the one Tiger chose
went from supermodel wife to straight skank
that is some bitch you'd see at a frat prank
ya got issues tiger..money couldn't solve them
went from apple-bottom to bitches with problems