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he lays on the ground
ponderous, yet gragile with a single touch to prowl
"Target eliminated sir"
the assassin walks calmly as the victim rest assure
Tires squill and peal out
The grin equipped on the face with no careness in about.
lady walks dear, across the street with a kid
car rams with no sense to stop, he's still equiped with a grin
the grin was perfect, the grin seemed to fit
a laugh came after, as he pulled off the president hit
The shadow of light
light shows everything we know by sight,
it's the symbol of every emotion, but also of life,
and the connection can be made, to link it to death,
cuz lack of the shit, makes for plain darkness,
before it symbols another life, this shadow of light,
let me inform you, of the one out of our sight,
the one scourin me, to strap this gun to my shin,
the shadow on the inside, powerin 'sin',
promoting the levels of evil within,
showerin pride, devils cast a shadow that devours your mind,
it's called your conscience, and god gives you one too,
not speakin religion, just what I think is true,
so follow yours, be it your soul or your mind,
but if you follow the devil, keep it confined.....
that was a hard one.. had to dig deep for that... ok so heres an e-z one....
n/t survival
These niggaz alwayz ask me how i sleep at night
Good, wit a 45 in my desk to the right
these niggaz aint hard just wanna make money n hide
cuz even the hardest g got the will to survive
but i still believe in capitol punishment
so if you see a SNITCH, make sure that you punish him
The drop
my drop has no stop, it's like a bottemless pit,
like the universe in check, conected and spins,
theories detect, serious problems within, our world,
wouldn't be able to solve'm, with a sherlock wind,
we need a jonny cochrin platonic plate,
beneathe the states, to defend it from the coming of bombs,
cuz like i said when my drop comes, it's coming non-stop....
hmmm that was a lil short... wits compensated :P.... n/t cops framing in affiliation with gangs....
(topic: not specific)
some people call me queer they say my flow isn't clear
they don't understand my strucure or why I want to be here
but I just keep rappin even when no one's hands are clappin
hey in the future who knows what could happen
maybe someday I'll have a whole album people want to get
or maybe I'll still be here being dissed and makin shit
workin for minimum wage wishin I was a younger age
and wishin that their could have jsut been more days
tired
Tired? Why not...
I better start this shit right now, 'cause I can feel my eyes droopin', and--
Pow! Too late, into the dreamscape where my rhymes aren't cooped in...
To a structure, or a line frame, time limit or other shit I need to win,
I'm Whiplash, bad for ya neck 'cause I spit victory so fast it'll make ya head spin,
I can feel the rhythm in my sleep, and damn it really hits ya,
If I could remember all that shit, I would be spittin' heavenly scripture,
But it ain't no biblical heaven, dog, full o' the goody-goodies all dressed in white,
It'll be my everlasting paradise, listenin' to shit and doin' chicks that tight.
But even the best needa get some rest, and I've got form I intend on keepin',
So no more stress and no more pests, hang up the sign, "DO NOT DISTURB, MOTHERFUCKER. I'M SLEEPIN'."
Probably doesn't sound as good as I see it, but the topic was fuckin' accurate.
Next Topic: Timelessness.
timelessness... just for shits, lets see how fast I can produce this....
12:15, in beteewn this topical cypher, I'm stuck and can't get my life together,
it's a timeless event, re-occuring again, everytime I come around it seems like heaven sent, but I haven't really seen it yet, beatin red, by the 'tired scripture' playin through my head, it never stops, just continues and aggrivates, like the ticking of a clock, it's non-sense, cuz when I've had enough, I just smash the fucker to peices of gears and stuff, so fuck timeless, but if your talkin duration, I've got time on my side, yo I'm swayin the nation, fuck racists, fuck facists, fuck all places who place the same names on different shit, it's called stereotyping, and I'm typing to win against it, so just face it, listen when I spray this, time is only measured by sense, keep time in your head, and we don't gotta abide by it.... 12:18
n/t... crime rate
im a grimey gully son of a bitch...the one that all the dimes date...
im a muhfuckin felon...yellin at these bitches bout my crime rate!!!
ive murked muhfuckas...hell ive robbed some fuckin hos...
slanged yay, x, meth, crack, even some fucking dro!!!
so dont say no...when i try to tell ya...
on my block...im on top number 1 fucking sella!!!
you know that aint where it stops...selling hos to all the cops...
bribing them female officers with my very own fucking cock!!!
who cares if you got a gun...i got a ton...man you gotta run...
popping liks at this vic man this shits alotta fun!!!
next topic... you just died you going to heaven or hell???
been on some odd roads those know thugs die old
i should ride bones till i try to fly gold
stick up kid, robbing chinks for greens
never saw the side of a church just the doors to my dreams
all it seems, is that roads lead to hell an back
fuck it welcome me niggas, i stay with the shells in my gat
next topic... takin a girls virginity
fuck these wack topics. takin a girls virginity wack shit. be creative.
Pop, the cherry busts, just from one thrust,
the blood gusts, makin me cum over this lust,
trust, i aint got any sort of venereal,
shut up ho, listen an turn up the stereo,
my tracks on the wake up show, sway an teck,
let me bust this off, and be out I never stay in check,
spray your set, with lyrics from the pits of hell,
make your brain become just some shit to swell,
spell the evil in my nut, it busted in your moms dwell*.
*pussy.
n/t lost in a strange place where people dont have faces.
Aight crime rate soz a bit late
Look at my city nondescript, like a brick wall slowely more chipped, the edge of a piece of paper slowely more ripped, cos when it comes to crime a generation ain't skipped. watch the old man across the street, sitting in his seat, head in defeat, cos he paints and repaints and its continually scarred, graffitied by kids while they key his car, cos they're bored, feel forsaken by the lord, don't want to be facts recorded and stored, stuffed up like an ugly blind date, he yo thats wats contributing to the motherfucking crime rate
had to do this one quick so excuse it n/t nervousness
So, I'm sittin', head down and my hands are shakin',
Ain't feelin' no butterflies, just elephants rollaskatin'.
'Cause myself is the critic to end all critics,
Up 'til 4AM writin' sommin', and I'm still gonna wipe my ass wit' it,
Even though I spit that shit out and ignite yo' ass wit' it,
I fear you won't respect me, and that you'll dislike this trippy shit.
It must be clinical, 'cause I don't give a fuck what you think,
I be spittin' lyricals that don't jump they're in sync,
But for now I'm trippin' out, oh fuck, I need a drink,
This paranoia takin' over, it's stuck, it's primal instinct.
n/t is colourblind.
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colorblind
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I never been about the green, it's for the love of the art"
And how can i feel blue with beats huggin my heart''
I forgot about black and white, soon as i hit the suburbs''
And saw that Hip Hop is not monogomous w/ its lovers''
Got introduced to purple rain, but don't really remember it''
I'm from atlanta so you know i don't know what white Christmas is''
When they say i don't act black i tell'um its cuz i'm brown''
Who ever woulda knew a color comment could make u frown''
I live on the dark side, an embodiment of the light''
Sight's ok but colorblind, because i'm clear and concise''
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alcohol
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alcohol
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i drink this shit to my pains drown away, when really im the one that feels astray... i drink to sorrow... so can i pleaze get a new life to barrow, another drink after the next, i wonder when ill give it a rest, the pain is deep and heavy... for when i stand on the streets they toss me a penny, do i look that bad? am i wasted? why cant i be so courageous........ im already laying on the ground, so fucked up i cant even look around what have i begun? i take a last sip and from there the reaper is now done!!
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death
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R.I.P
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we pay our respects by pouring cheap liquer,
why others lay flowers,some burned to sleep to sleep with us
senseless violence is triumphing over our youth like david did goliath
im tring to piearce this ritual, dressing like gothic kids at funerals
im only an andolesent but i learned my lesson its a blessing life goes on
so im pressing my hands together praying , saying
" R.I.P who couldn't distinguish wright from wrong"
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Ignorance
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cruisin in my car on the dark nights, seein all the sights
under these stree lights people gettin crazy startin fights
people tryin to catch the bus so they can get downtown
people sick of the life they have and feelin beat down
the pizza boy trying to get his pizza delivered
a guy gettin drunk cuz his wife died and he misses her
this is just all part of life it happens everyday
jsut a glimpse like light from the sun it's a small ray
yopu see it in a split second and then in a flash it's gone
like after you've read through the begnining and end of this song
Next Topic?
lol phatom fucked it up
ok how about dishonestness or yeah or left behind!!
these niggas liar liar's cuz they all say can spit
just like when i said loveless luv to suck dick
loveless aint shit but a bitch a style bitin lyracist
before ya niggas trip remember the topic here is dishonestness
so when i say i hestiate to spray im lyin through my teeth
and if tell ya my hands cold that mean holdin my on heat
for slow niggas this simple concept is one i will repeat
1 i say im weak meaning i can hold the world on my shoulder
2 i say dont smoke weed meanin i got buds bigger than boulders
3 if you dont get it yet you smart as hell
4 if u think this is a compliment i bet you go to yale
next topic : hustlin ..legal or illegal
hustlin... so lets do what we gotta...
I'ma break it down, like postive and negative,
legislative, and street perspective,
comin from me,the shit should be respected,
next time you caught, hustlin the streets....
depends on what they hustlin,
crack is whack, worse than jews sufferin,
is it a must, or just because it's IT*,
depends on who you are,
did you get caught climbing outta that stolen car,
five times, just because of the hype?
or do you work silent at night?
depends on if you got a family,
not talkin bout the clique you roll wit, but the babies, feet clamy from lack of feed,
depends on where you from,
you from jamaica mon? importing drugs to america?
son thats a federal offence, your basicly fucked,
depends ya background,
who ya friends, and have you ever backed down, from a cop,
cuz thats the law, and what they bound to see,
is black and white, yo fuck your history,
the courts, they look from one perspective,
they about as optimistic as ignorance,
they go by law, which defends in some cases,
they abide by the rules of legislation, cuz they have to,
whats a personal opinion? the only one has has one is the judge,
your life is decided by his thinking,
so when you standing on the stands blinking, stare'm in the eye,
and tell'm, i have no education, I had to get by....
n/t appocalypse prophecy
Odd topic..
How about: Eye Lost Myself
Seeing the world around me,
at diffrent cost I see inside.
Me- A demon hides, behind
my artery lines. He dines on
my soul, so I let him eat all
day. Chewing my feelings n'
everything else away. This
statement left vulger, but
not because it wanted. I'm
a criminal with the mind of
a drunken'.
Stay With You
BITCH! i won't "Stay With You" any longer coz ur a slut
i shud smash yer face into pieces, then kick out ur guts
Fuck a romance, i aint dancing to ur music or prancing...
Around like a clown down in foolish actions advancing
imma fuck another chick, skeezers be all up on da dick
i be slammin em quick, coz HOE HOE HOE U make me sic
Nagging like an old lady, leaving ciggarette burns in my mercedes
Fuck sum gold digging mistress that ish went out in the eighties
so maybe ladies like you only have babies to hook a nigga
plus if a mo'fucker neva had cheddar u wud'nt look at nigga
actin like u shook'a nigga coz i look so fucking gangsta
Fuck all your questions where I been?... I got no answer
Fuck a happy life together
next: No Love
i got no love for this shit, done packed my bags and left it
if you believe that then, i just got ya mind on a theft bitch
the thing i got no love for, is fake emcees who shatter glass windows
with thier high pitch voice'n all, i'd drop deeper if i's ta pass wind hoes
but i'm the type to throw flash things though, like a rollex or my rolled ex
so really i got no love for no shit, although maybe my rolls in text
nt/ show love
"Love & Romance"
Can ya'll remember that one person you fell for,
The one you'd devote your whole life to just adore.
She had a great smile & an great personality,
You tried to get to know her & talked about reality.
Ya'll had thangs in common & ya'll would always chill,
Like watching movies or staring at clouds on a hill.
Just keeping it laid back & kept your relationship mellow,
Making her face shine like the bright sun that's yellow.
Ya'll had that feeling which you didn't want to finish,
And it just got hotter, so you didn't want to extinguish.
Like a fiery flame, except it's deep in your heart,
You want to always hang with her & never be apart.
She's that pretty thang who'll try to support you,
The kind of girl to call & she'll try to comfort you.
When thangs are looking bad, you've got her back,
And she's got your back too. Her big daddy mack.
The master of love has just entered the building,
And he's here to provide you extra thangs like filling.
Relationships can sometimes not work out for the best,
So build up on your friendship before the next test.
The test that'll prove if ya'll can co-exist,
Not spend a couple weeks & fade away in the mist.
Relationships work out depending on your type,
The type you can work with, not ones that're hyped.
The prettiest girl can have the worst attitudes,
Watch your back when it comes to girls with bad attitudes.
For first time playas, don't go with the cutest,
Cuz they'll just leave you hanging. They're nothing but ruthless.
Find that special girl who're a part of your life,
And work your way up so she might become your wife.
If thangs don't work out, you'll have a lot of chances,
The more girls you talk to, there will be more romance.
It's not all about the beauty. Go for their inside,
See if they're the type you can have by your side.
Don't be rushing thangs by just asking her out,
Ask questions & let her know you without a doubt.
A great relationship's always built around trust,
Are ya'll perfect or will ya'll leave each other in the dust?
I've been getting questions. Call me the love doctor,
I'll heal problems like aches dealt by a chiropractor.
NEXT- Dope Game (what u think it is/means)
Dope game, but no name, ladies never see...
They think of me, as a cutie, but never mention me.
I'n underated, never seen....my attention is limited edition.
On a mission, for the kissin, maybe bootie if I can get it.
Ladies Love Cool J, shit they'll love the Choir then....
And the stamina I get, from the help Viagra lends.....
Take a look through my lens, and see what I'm lookin at.
Spit a little G, then break this ressie cup hoe off like a Kittie Kat.
You feelin' that? I know you would, you know I'm hood, so peep it.
And I'll send you over a video, I made from how I freaked it.
P.GAME. D. GAME, I got it all, call me the weed mayne.....
Got her hooked like Crack, her addiction is me mayne....
What you know?
N/T=Emotional Bruises
emotional brueses//
do whatever he chooses//
causeing contusions//
you stupid mo fuckas are prolly confusin me wit losin//
no wonder why yer blood is oozin//
this ish is breezy i'm just cruisin//
n/t: hot pocket
the bitches love it thats why they jock it//
you can go ahead an hate it an knock it//
fuckin bash yer head witta sprocket//
I'm blowin up like a rocket//
I spit spew an hock it//
you say you walk the but but barley talk it//
Penns grove in the house, my hommies be double clickin yo girlfriends mouse, we be startin a lil trouble, wit dat hot pocket, when yo pull da trigger, so lets pop-locket, dont stop it, the dope game i mean, the streets are mean, that how we were raised, ino ino u are amazed, dat dont matta to us, cause we live dis everyday and take the bus, to the 32nd street, ya dont be rekon, dont be killin this beat, this is sum waked freestyle, but iam gunna pick up this beatstyle, my hot pocket brings a lot, dont mock it, i'll pop ya, i'll drop ya, on the street kick you until ur beat purple, make you into mince meat, cause thats where iam from, bein on da street was rough, but the shit make you tough inside and out, wit dat hot pocket, dont go anywhere witout da socket, see dat jabronie, he aint our hommie, pop lock that fat fuck.
NEXT= Ghetto Gospel
topic ghetto gospel
in my early teens
i wanted to identify with those who stole from the corner store
and wanted to glorify weed smokers,gang member and and baby mamas
i longed to belong with beer drinkin teens who laughed at whore
and wanted to be the nappy headed girl who cause mad drama
but sense my mama didnt have enough money but common sense
she had me convinced that singing a ghetto gospel was a waste of oxygen
and walkin around screw face was a waste of of pretty smile
and that portrayin somethin your not will get you locked like green mile
my papa taught me to just be and therefore i exposed me
to all our liquor stained street and souls just as soft as concrete
and therefore the ghetto gospel began to seemed to me as sweet
and i no longer hated the taste and the smell of green
no longer was an outkast among any caste i had the best both worlds
in the day i was my mother when the sky slept i became george (my father)
i began lookin for trouble just waiting to sing my song
i began lookin for trouble just waiting to sing my song
"if aint ghetto i dont know what is "
"im headed nowhere fast but to the pen "
" I DONT GIVE DAMN IF I WAKE UP"
AS LONG AS BEFORE REST IM DRINKIN AND SMOKIN BLUNTS"
N/T NOT BELONGING
uh to let you know your supposed to leave the next topic...
i wasnt finished computer glitch read my edit
much luv loveless
i guess ill respond to my topic
not belonging
im a shining amongst destitute and dull diamoands
i am not bright at all among the polished and the finest
i am mediocraty at its tipping point also at its peak
until finally the world recognizes their reflection is me
im slightly off beat.. a waltz a simple 1. 2. 3
i am a bit coniac mixed with a cup of foldgers coffee
i am unknown to the loveable
and not ugly enough for the untouchables
not poor poor enough for the impoverished
not good enough for most white kids
i have a queer song
i no not a home
ive been searching everywhere
and still i dont belong
another topic
another topic, i'll drop it,
flows a roccet, u can't stop it,
glocc in poccet, no need to cocc it,
1 in chamber ready to spark it,
bonafide marksman, disassemble my target,
alot of niggaz talk it, but so scared pop it
gang warfare[topic]
wtf kinda topic is gang warfare....that ghetto shit is played...come one now pimpin
the ravages of war keep a barren area bare, the drive to secure pride ensures imminent despair
soldiers armed with cold stares ensnared by four self-imposed walls, feeling obligated to fire back in response to an adverse call
whoever's left standing after the bloody muddle is declared victorious and dubbed king of the rubble
until another squabble over the rubble bubbles and the outcome of another war declares a king of the rubble's rubble
it's rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat 'til every cinder block on the block crumbles and every stomach, heart, and soul rumbles
deprived of basic necessities and starved of amenities even familiar faces are labeled obstacles, enemies
settling for a filler, oppression is re-recycled, it's easy to blame others when reality becomes stifled
cross fires transform passers-by into election campaign angles and martyrs, political career starters
ideally, tools pulverized in past wars would be re-introduced, calloused hands would be re-taught how to put the tools to use
but the despair is deep rooted, ideas are quickly muted, repairs are artificial when guns seem better suited,
when blinding glares are reflected to and from every hardened face, any other accessory would look so out of place,
but social norms can be reinvented if it applies to the majority, common goals underlie opposing priorities
soldiers, unhinge those cold masks and warm your hands, i doubt the aftershocks of your pursuit are exactly as you planned
it's ironic how gang warfare looks exactly like genocide from where i stand
next topic: a failed relationship