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Too bad the "flyweight" and "gayweight" is based on number of posts,
so he with the most free time gets best title about which he boasts,
While meanwhile I could roast his ass like some toast,
Cuz I got frickin skills that are better than most,
Vallus you're pretty good, battle records not bad,
But the whole "Gully" part has me going "Whats that?"
And thats it, that old saying... thats a rap
that's the way we live ^^^
money and connection get's you further than skill -
it's a shame because half of that is an auto tune fill -
so the real artists go un noticed and left in the dark -
and it's the plastic models that make their mark -
to the point the industrial pit's us against each other -
bone to bone, fist to fist, brother to brother -
that's why we spread love and peace in each piece -
so if anybody makes it we need a serious lease -
highlight those who can rise from talent -
to defeat those who are a sham and bring balance
fin double post
Slipzy says it well, does it poetically too,
Point in case "Getting Heavier" doesn't begin to describe you,
I'd like to say that I'm more than gayweight as well,
But this ain't a personal message I'm tryin to sell,
Can we get a basis on actual skill, can we actualize?
Call a tiny Micky D's burger what it is, in actual size?
The ads will make it better out than it in reality is,
I've never seen a based on number of posts system as pathetic as this
tell the gayweights to get lost,quickly/
i come across strickly as a boss, bentley it cost 50/
then i wpke up, to a CTA bus pass/
been enough flash/
i punch fast and crush glass in the palm of my hand/
im nuts like cashews,almonds,pecans/
stay strategic, calm with a plan/
our team holdin the fort/
holdin a torch with napolean force/
Old man just stay retired, really,
I'm cold as the ice you try to buy, and you gettin all touchy-feely,
"Download Mixtape" what a laugh, I could rip that shit in half,
You so stupid there's a Vincent vid on youtube of you puttin glass in yo ass,
And you crush that shit like working class,
I'm swallowing the game whole, and shit like you gives me gas,
I can't imagine who struck a deal with you to birth the Tenseiga tape,
Truth? You had a buddy you forced to make it for you - the industry you raped,
Or better yet $$$$$... your paper trail has been traced,
This is me puttin you in your place
Gettin in yo face, I'll crunch you like the nuts you really are,
You ain't calm, too cheap for a buss pass, the rest? you're just bizarre
Turning away from what it's really all about
from me speaking my mind but always having doubts
never questioning myself so I never take it into account
basically all my soul searching for this so called fame and fortune
left my body beat up and burnt you think I was scorching
now nothing of me is left but I'll still give you a little small portion
and if I die before I wake send me off peacefully into the nearest ocean
and forever speak my words to those who try poison
and watch my soul engulf them with truth is this me? the one who got lost but was supposed to be the chosen?
Wow, that stuff was deeper than the ocean in which I just scattered ya remains,
It sounds like you've been locked up, you need to find the key to ya chains,
Smothered in all these internal pains, so you like to fly like planes,
Gettin high on whatever the fuck remains,
from the last blast session, need some more for the pressin,
packing n' mad snacking but only worsening the depression
used to have all these sick days but now got a new type of kush, n'
people all around gettin irritated with you, suspicious, pushin',
punchin in like you never have before, slowly losing, life, less behind the door
I'm just a... miserable criminal that'll kill a few pitiful imbeciles tryin' too hard to lyrical//
Spittin' vivid visuals, every syllable liftin' ya spiritual like politicians schemin' and stealin' ya risiduals//
Intellectual on a pedastel several levels above the rest of you, steady and ready to tremble ya pety flow in an instant//
Ready, set, let it go, before you terrible fairys'll need medical assistance//
Smokin' a ciggy, tryna cope with the bizzy, still every second, the holster is with me//
Any moment you bogus jokers get with me, I'm holdin' the chrome and bustin' til the toaster is empty, no shred of remorse is within me//
Whether the sword or the semi, you know I'm more than just ready to kill and will, killing fields, guerrilas will, let vemon spill, keepin' the coroners busy//
So you bitches really can't afford to dismiss me//
in my head there's thunder, lightning and bolts,
lyrical sentences that need to be jotted on notes,
a headache's not rare, but this is an urge to have wrote
a decent twelve bars and scarred everyone's throats,
dismiss me, fire me, but we all know that you admire the -
way i can think of this shit, hit every beat like kylie..
oh wait, no.. i meant just like wiley,
shinin' ever brightly, i could make michael jackson lively..
while you're idly standing by, i could make this 'billie jean'
have an abortion and with caution, bring her to my thrilling scene,
i'm sicker than sick, to stand near me, you'll need a vaccine,
and to keep up you'll be needing something stronger than mere caffeine.
Not venom- you a little vermin yourself Caldy,
I'm a nasty murderer, I'll scalpel ya head - now you're baldy,
You got no footing in this game - one night stand, see,
I finished with you and left, but now I'm on the phone like "you called me?"
Man you annoying like the itch I'd never wanna B,
Stingin the sensation outta ya lines- and I'm just the bee knees,
So quit tryna flow like me, you blowin me- properly, and you oughta know,
and everytime I come around your face uptight, eyes all squinty, ready to take my load, jeez,
an' to all others on here that really know how to flow, stay thug- I leave kids like these lookin chinese
Tripple post..
Holy shit, tripple post.
Nice old women tell me im gonna be such a nice man when im older..
I also know crackdealers who wanna give me a 9 and turn me into a soldier..
Don't get me wrong, it could be worse, i do rest my head in VT..
Homies 'll still turn and snatch ur sneaks, right from under your feet..
Crack your dome, cop your cheese, no help, cops too busy busting kids for weed..in suburban streets..
Cold sleepless nights, watching homies count their G's..
Help you sell a few QP's?! What the fuck's in it for me?!
200 for me, 400 for you? Get the fuck out my face...
Mothafuckas lucky i got a consience, or i'd be takin that weight..
So i stay smokin spliffs and playing pong with them college hotties..
Dreaming about being on my grind. . . Lb's and shotties..
I remember bags full of paint, tags, throws, pieces and burners..
Painty handed, cop chases, me and homie in a bush, silent and nervous..
All this shit are things i used to do and love..
I never noticed it was 95% criminal shit, it was time to rise above..
Cut my hair, copped some polos and clean jeans..
I swear, no more fuckin around, for me, in the mean streets..
I don't think imma be a soldier and deal crack..
Thanks homie, but i'll cop my own Lb's of green, collect my own stacks..
Stopped spending my time bombing the streets, Now i spend the spare-time rhyming and making fresh beats.. Life can be a trip when you eat too much LSD, like me, but i get by, and it aint no thing to me.. Just gotta strive to relax..
Spit a muthafuckin' SEIZURE, when I RELEASE WORDS, to all of THESE HERBS//
Leave 'em shakin' like the REVERB in a stadium with hundreds of SPEAKERS//
Haven't heard of me, you needa RESEARCH, real and true are the KEYWORDS//
Strapped with more than THESE WORDS, stayin' armed to the neck like T-SHIRTS//
SICKEST IN THE GAME, QUICKEST WITH THE FLAME, DISFIGURE YOUR BRAIN//
DISMEMBER YOUR FRAME, STICK UP IN YOUR LANE, before you're derailed like track GLITCHES WITH A TRAIN//
BITCHES CAN'T CONTAIN, the WISDOM I ENGRAIN in the LYRICS I AM LAYIN'//
THIS ISN'T A GAME, you CRITICS THINK I'M PLAYIN' until your skin TISSUE IS DECAYIN'//
Murderous in every WAY INVENTED, once I SAY A SENTENCE, PAY ATTENTION//
Cause every DAY I'M PENNIN' one more verse, it's another DAY YOUR STRESSIN'//
George Carlin of rap, I couldn't give LESS OF A FUCK//
Gotta problem, I can direct you to a pair of TESTICLES TO SUCK//