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i'll put another buck on the streets,
money lender loan shark got ya name in black books'at i keep,
and i never tell a lie, its always the truth,
im still crooked like cops n polliticians its true,
but my mind is on the diamonds, minings code for heisting,
so when i mine for loot i keep my mind where the prize is,
Don't know what i was thinkin really random.....
A body embodied
An open casket
Ashes to ashes
Tears that weep
Covered ya sunglasses
Treasured memory kept
It always lasted
Prayin god guide me
A safe passage.
its hard to swallow but you force it down,
my niggas we run the town all the way from the top to the underground....
the people party like theres no tomorrow...
a tripple beam keep the cocaine scaled inside my barrio-
super mario, my niggas who the best-
i'll shoot through the net and hit a swisha sweet blunt like a lung in chest,
i do the best, work on a thread
crafty like the patterns on a bed
im so hi i feel like saturns on my head
close to the edge n back turned to death
u say ur bars are dope... mine are like meth
write nicer than u do with ur right, when i use my left
rather just write instead of use my breath
cuz i leave led dots like im doin a test
not nipples bt take 2, to ya chest
have a nice nights rest
Yo...
Hells been aranged to those Blind to the Facts,
So you can Tell that Ive changed through the Rhymes and the Raps..
...
Im Made to Rap it,
When I'm Blazin' Cabbage that Stank so Bad it Makes yer Facials Active-
As it Collapses yer Nasal Passage until yer Brain is Damaged..
I've Latley Had it wit Crazy Bastids,
Changin' the Game when there Lame and just a Waste of Talents...
...I'm High as Hell but Rhymin Well...
I'll put you Inside a cell where you can Try ta' Yell..
But you wont be Heard....In Two Ways....
Because your Flows Absured an Too Fake.
Choose Hate and you'll be Force to Lose Weight,
Ya fat fuck, Shape up or watch yer Crew Fade..
I Break up lots of Blue Haze,
Blue bags every New Day just to Stew Brains.
..Im Too Blunted Fuck....
I'll turn Two Hundred Bucks into a Huge Waste..
I was Born to bust it Sick, Go ta' war with Pumps an Clips-
But I'll Torture up you Kids cause I'm Sorta Just a Prick..
Lootin' Stores for Somthin Big, They Chose Inform and Bump the Switch-
Protrudin Forces Run to It so I'm Shootin' more than Just the Shit...
I Bust it Sick like Aids infested Orgasms, The Game is just for More Actin'
So Pay Attention to Blatent Wepons that Rage in Sentance War Anthems..
I was Born Rappin of Course Havok watch a Storm Happen if its Forced Action.
The Lords Had it, Its more Tragic I'll Abort Planets til the Floors Crackin.
so here i am with my family
ending the new years fashionably
kickin it like are priorities are on slow
old pops hard hearing so tv loud like an explo.....sian
fires going on right now with speeding trucks
get ya asses out there before the house gets extremely fucked
ablaze like the smoke coming outta the arsonist
doo's are hyped with coke on constant are drug addicts
get help with those desicions.....
......an those mental visions........
Thought I'd drop my last piece of 2009....
go through 365 days so let the hours rewind
It was such a long run to leave these cowards behind
They don't know the simple power of rhyme
So I shower the tower of lines, devour any out of your mind
and adjust the minute hand to the moment I did an..
continue to scribble jam the momentum on this paper mate...take the date, a 4 digit number; thunder will shake the place...
never make mistakes in my common written, I bombing this in
to fucking ground like Saddam was missing - Osama's vision
brought out... make sure my train of thought never blot out...
12 years an Industry slave... I finally got out.
Alot of hot mixtapes that are not out... or happening.
Old cats who left from the game are finally back again...
It's about the margin of skill no bargain or deal
the carpenters will of mechanics sparks the heart of the grill...
makes the Real Hip Hop harder to kill...
Feel like a Mercenary that 90's music hired out to target the real
But it's not like it's far from the seal ..
It was peeled off, discarded until Hip Hop had a market appeal
Now nothing really happened this year..
but this here? is a new revelation...... the fore-front of tyranny's celebration
where elevation's beyond the visual meditation
of it's education brought by a lyrical demonstration...
my pen is racing across the page... as my thoughts engage
the topic stage, ta' concepts I'm popping off of the top for days
I'm not amazed... by the talent I've seen so
It almost seems no, other dope emcee's will achieve gold
But we breath and conceive soul... elemental properties
properly formatted, we stop & go more rabid...
The option before addict, the temptation of the ritual
scripted, intentional... through it's isometric dimensional
Gate... 9 minutes, wait... still have some things on my mind...
How like...part of the year we saw the swings of design
Lyrics bring through a line... an Imitation of Sphinx - it's combined
with the art of it's own conclusion lifting links from the rhyme
So we think it's a sign... to see those hours again...
The towering trend... of socialites who's powers descend
The alternative cycle that has showered ta' pen...
& Illuminated the future for 2010..
Pz...
it aint dope its crack you fiend for,
fight a mental battle like havin a dream war,
people in the stands'll shatter the scene floor,
like sittin in strip clubs im wantin to see more,
ive been poor, fuck i still am but i got cash,
lookin for a hot ass.... with some mob class,
get ya hard hat...only time i talk is to drop cats,
i got your mom tellin you tell him to stop that.....
Some of the best never the less never the least we never leaving
Instead of the rest whatever the test to whoever breathing
Raps Battle they be ready I'm better then everybody I know
Leading me to believe these enemies can't see me no more
No matter whatever anybody says about us we got our game tight
Fresh with the swagger sharp as a dagger G rock the chains right
Step in the spot light straight up to the mic
Recite the rhymes we write with the rhythms they like
Besides the hype the feeling we get is so incredible
We don't give a fuck about nothing when we let it flow
It's so cold I don't think no one would know
If I go solo slow no no no no no no no
It's hot I feel like I'm going to explode
This is for the soldiers rolling out of control
now im walkin in the valley of death
amongst the killers all the robbers n the junkys on meth
the needle lovers
i look about n i see a couple niggas
fewer niggas stayin quiet r da true killas
prison games, da rules of da cage are simple
two niggas rock, n you hit one in the temple
move about with stamina, boxin like an amature
its a shame your a wimp though
death is easy, jus stab him n his chest is weezy
he's layin in da blood beneath me
kippin wid da worms n da weepy
jus gun buck him, concusion makes him rest wid da sleepy
its best dat you leave me before dey blow ya mouth wide
dey'll leave you 6 foot deep in da south side
no chalk outlines, your bodys decomposed in the dirt
you shoulda thought twice before you chose to be burst
dem otha niggas? dey we're toed ina herse
i let der boys know dat im known to be worse
cold eyes stare now ya niggas are alert
rushed to a&e fam dey we're shown to a nurse
as dey lurk in da dark hoody up wit da clava
scopes on dey mark but dey after ur father
jump out da bushes, dey eyes on da prize
dey blaST atcha lungs so ya lifes on the line
WHO SHOT YA? seperate the weak from da bitches
i hate dem niggas dat be speakin to snitches
dey look at me like, whats beef?
beef is where i knock ya teeth out like ya dentist
beef is when da snub'll reach out till we end dis
beef is when, i see you, you see me
from the bottom of ya graves cos ya made to be breathless
stop actin wreckless pussyhole correct shit
i simply fucken enjoy everyone here prewrites
but most of you motherfuckers actually bite
some of y'all making huge ass end rhymes
seems like your giving your freestyle some time
i dont really know what to spit
but y'all better make sure you dont get hit
i actually do this off the top of my dome
to bad i busted yours off with my chrome
bumpin some papoose while im delivering this
and i dont really know what i can rhyme with this
im typing as i think and i dont back space
cuz im always lookin foward like i got that ace
that didnt even make sense but at least im not a bitch
i really freestyled this shit without pausin to itch
ironically i really have to itch my leg
but imma finish this one off and take the top peg
I went Back to the Top like Pookie went back to da Rock/
i'm after you haters,u faker than the skin on ur Gators,no time to call the Cops when i Pop Shots at ur Crocs/
Pump Clips at ur Neighbors,we kill ur mom,Pops and u with the Ruger,Draw Quicker than Andy Azula /
than we need to get the Mop and the Broom out,kill any snichtes that can Point the Finga/
Boy startin all kinds of Rumors,boy Smells Fishier than Tuna/
Kid Needs to get Schooled like that Radio Dude Played by Cuba/
Blacker than a Puma,Faster than a Cougar,Bump ya on the Head like a Brain Tumor/
or a Pimple Cream Remover,i'm a Master Hitman,with a Bacholers as a Sharpshooter/
of the African Nation,Leader of the Hart Foundation,Presidents of MC Assasinations/
I'm past, but ya bastards hating..
@ last, with the mask of satan...
harass, any cat who's waiting.. to rap, I'm a bash his face in..
Fuck a clip' an a gat, I'm quick to react ruthlessly
flip n' a track, sick n then dip in the back to MC's..
who think they can rap... who is he?
You should be, lucky I've even opened the door.. .
for you the poke in ya neck..
I ain't jokin', ya rep... get broken, no provoking respect
I'm doper, eloping the text - hope it connects
like Newly Weds, truly the Uber Head.. I'm the dude,
Interview wit' Hip Hop in the making..
I'm tip top, no mistaking.... I spit hot but forsaken
For fires I've started, whether high or retarded
I still kick it, the ill - flip it until this is instilled in kids...
skills, like a real gymnast.. I, go off the balance beams
and challenge teams.. show em' a nostalgic style of ta' wildest dreams
You fucking cougars, Professor Klump' n rulers measuring distance..
I treasure resistance... n kill, the head in instant until...
He's dead from a distance.. bed, plus so medic assistance
pathetic a diss is, a thread full of bitches who've said they was
better but this isn't... a time to exaggerate..
look at me Fly and you see what the Purp do,weed puts me at peace, so why do i want to hurt u?/
bullyin you Urkel's,while blowin smoke that is Purple,Passin it around this Thread like a Sewing Circle/
ur body stinks from the Death and Decay,i'm a Hood Nigga who Stays in My Projects like i'm tryin to get an A/
Catch me on your block dont test me// find me with a couple clips, 2 9's like gretskii// sitting first class where them private jets be// flying to an island to rob them jet skis// Im responsible for showing niggas im the best, if they think not awk// im lasing theyre forehead with that thick read dot//bang// yes its me fresh out the pot// sold double right on ya block// run up in ya spot// just me no mask, and that big ol'glock// Leave a hole in your chest the size of a classroom clock