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my eyes close, the restless thoughts wont let my mind doze
but i know, i could stretch these thoughts to a divine flow
so try mo(re), hard to see like watchin when a blind drove
its high notes, playin as that man now lies beyond soo..
i cry? no, musta had comin like ya girl...
........ when she takes it from behind oh
no.. whyd i step through it? the line, now i repent to it
my paper after writing's so hot i cant hold a pen to it
Fuck Obama, Fuck Bush.........Fuck all of the Governments!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Throw Up the Middle Finger, If you cannot Fucking Stomach This
Watching the Dow Jones Plummet Quick, And it looks just like there's No Change
HA!!!!Black President expecting to Change Shit, And he didnt???That ain't So Strange
Losing Money, Losing Homes................Breaking apart Mom and Dad
Dam it's Sad, that this whole Cycle of Grief, Started when we Bombed Iraq!!!!!
Raise the Taxes, Lower the Wages, Make sure the Wealthy stays Rich
Fuck around with Medicare, So If one of us ain't Healthy then there is no Fix!!!!!
All in All I hate the Gov, Hate the Prez, Hate anyone who Takes my Money
Have to Kill me, Without Health Insurance it'll be Quick, So you can Take it From Me!!!!
Yea..Im iLL But i dont mean 'Hospital Sick' I mean grip The Mic And 'Hot-spit-ill shit' Freestyle all day and my 'Mic-will-still kill bitch' I feel it comin' off i 'Might-refill-the-pill scripts' ...Who say 'Malice Whack?', been rhymin' since the 'cabbage patch' "God Mc" can to bring 'Balance Back'..As a 'Matter of fact' See Me in the streets That Eagle fly and make you "sea Hawks" like 'Matt Hasselback'..Im 'Lyrically Inclined' Most niggas 'Fearing me By Design', 'Seriously are you Blind?', i must be a "litter Box" cuz yall cats 'Sleepin on Me', Cats with "Constipation" yall never 'Shittin on Me', Skimask, Glock Handy 'Creepin Homie', So If Ya Wanna Battle You Betta Bring 'Bars For Days' Im Already 'Scarred and Raged' cuz if ya "trash" you might as well 'Discard ya Page'.. ( N.A.I ) IM..
discard your page, it brings me out in a rage,
pushes me to the limits of the boundaries of being sane,
this shit aint a game, fuck playing yahtzee or scrabble,
the stuff most rappers talk about is just a load of fuckin babble,
politics, wars... prostitutes, whores...
spittin til their mouth's sore and the crowd's hungry for more,
they don't know anything about it, rap around it like they found it,
til i come up on their asses, get their 'sick beats' and make 'em grounded..
i fuckin rap, im comin back on another track
You know its me, fatal coming from the back
Rockin all black, better fall back if you steppin
Cuz when im steppin wit the weapon youll need some discretion
Never stressin when im aiming, this session im taming
Excellent engravement, youll be restin in my basement
my necks itchin/
inject and then youre the next victim/
correct wisdom/
like: how could i die from set trippin?/
direct snitchin/
they tell em ya current moves n the next; listen/
infect wisdom/
this aint pokemon but i catch em all like im net fishin/
my top targets are the pop artist at the award events/
pop in assorted mints before i record and vent/
ive explored the pent up anger im holdin/
remember this..never give a stranger a whole grin/
but now being a gang bangers a whole trend..to rep blood/
where i was raised every pave you step was another set,cuz/
in the view of upset mugs of vet thugs/
teachin the young souls/
when theres a breeze and the sun glows is the season for-
teens reachin for guns so keep breathin from ya lungs slow/
puttin up a front to bluff heart/
in the rough parts of town you oughta clown when stuff starts/
know where u shouldnt be and where to walk/
them goons can read the pitch in a bitch if hes too scared to talk/
might just stare and gawk or ask you a test question/
how to answer?...well ill teach you in the next lesson!/
Over reacting to my acid will get you wrap up inside a casket
anything you consider classic I smash it
death is just a wish away all you gotta do is ask it
the new reaper the crypt keeper
kill ya moms and sister but spare ya bitch you(keep her)
the nigga in fantasy football who's consider a sleeper
words too graphic to describe these words reborn into evil
fists too bruised so after twenty minutes I finished beating him with the eagle
bullets hummin, bustin rushin at you
Fuckin clap you, hustlin attitude
Cold streets, old beef, no need
Smoke weed, never ODed on the pills
Show me the skills, mo dough than bills
Loco you know he kills, focused on wills
Never be chokin when im smoking the phills
startin a label, the hardest is fatal
Regardless the fabel, i promise ill be able
To win, im chillin wit a grin, lets begin
I'm awaken no longer afraid no longer shaking
awaiting for the suppressor to leave his kingdom vacant
and begin my freedom by escaping
went from being on top to being second
such those with hate tried to capture my soul
we fought since the colonization of the globe
those who vanished remained just another memory engraved in stone but he blessed the planet
those who were fortune enough had their pictures painted on a canvas
plush robes hearts remain cold today we refer to them as boss
those who betray us we chop their heads off
envision this kid - a misfit wizard with spliffs lit
in the blizzard twistin' up sticky stuff in intense wind
battering hail, walkin with my back to the gale
you'd likely shatter if you crawled where i casually trail
the calm speaker at the fireside, the white poet
with ominous light glowin from a tired eye
recitin the white lies and legends
of days and nights spent fightin beside brethren
some who lie breathless
others who live with a deathwish they aint made yet
placin bets on forces of nature to make threats
my bro Rico said reap what you sow
a year later his life story: guilty with no parole
another cell locked, shell shocked with a broken soul
locked in segregation under total control
it aint a system, it's more of a way to contain innovation
we crave stimulation, show me the sunshine
its my anthem,i held my self for ransom
i was dancin around my plants and glancin
i noticed an out of focus figure approach us
he smelled of stale liquor and dro roaches
we toasted as he coasted by tippin his brim
i reek of skunky smoke and now im sippin my gin
listenin in on the conversation my girl was havin
the world was grabbin at my coat tail,i whirled my hatchet
breakin free of the grip tryin to pull me down
shit i only wanna fight when im full of crown
you fools are clown and im jugglin grenades
with the pins pulled thrown at your fuckin face
that stupid look lets me know your stuck in place
Beasting tracks, the heat is back
Easy as that, got beats like crack
Slip em in, listenin, rhymes glistenin
Swift Pen, thoughts kick in
SO sick and so dope
Pro shit, I wont choke
You know this, im sick man
Risin to the top opposite of quick sand
...
while others fallin down,
there's no hope now,
no bullets in my gun but still firin' off rounds,
i don't make a sound,
else i'm next to be found,
and left for dead, i aint going to the clouds,
listed for hell, dumped down a well,
the entrance to it's there.. and i'm here, locked up in a cell.
Grab the chopper, pop ya, drop ya
You better get a doctor
Head to the emergency room quick
You fucked with me this is what u get
No fuckin respect, bustin the tech
Im the suspect, so whats next?
I'll kill you and all witnesses alike
With the business im vicious on the mic