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So listen, when I DROP AND I SLAY
I RIP THEM CATS so fools TIP THEIR HATS like TOP OF THE DAY
u know the HAZE GOOD, chillin in the back while we BLAZE WOODS
cats are fucked up like MULLET HAIR, thats RECEIDIN THROUGH
fake as fuck and FULL OF AIR like they suckin on a BREATHIN TUBE
and its me WHOS BLASTIN SQUARES while im more fucked up then TAXI FARES
u dont wanna see me WHEN ITS AFTER DARK, cuz I BLAST A SPARK
shut it down like JURASSIC PARK, only snitches OUTPASS THE NARCS
givin props to MASTER ACE, 90s golden era when THEY CATCH THE BASS
wack shits movin at a FASTER FACE and the best shit is FAST ERASED
but nah, im livin in FRESH TUNES, so I stay away, from REGRESSED DOOM
by spittin in a booth or a SESH ROOM, my styles like a FRESH BLOOM
and cats are gonna JOCK, SURE, but u dont wanna see me in a HOTSPUR
stay on LOCKNESS like MONSTER, and I ROCK THIS like CONCERT
WHOOAAAA, I keep it hot like REACTORS, and drugs
I DO EM TO THE MAX SIR, steez is clean as PASTOR,
with DEMEANOR MORE MEANER THAN AN ACTOR,
I back track a few decades, to the days.
That I used to run from police down in esplanades.
A restless age, my life seems to fade away.
Caged by day, released by night to fight on the stray.
Stop by the take away, and take away with a game play.
Next night I spread fright by holding a knife to the clerk.
An absurd reaction, as I take this miniature axe and hurt,
The guy right behind the counter, in fact I murdered the jerk.
I mildly hurt him first, now I ride next to him in a hearse.
The police sought to label me a perp, so they shot me, I'm dead in the church.
Beheaded in a Church is hatred.
So before I am cremated I ride a coffin naked.
I'm the sacred mesiah, and you may call me a liar.
But I spit the fire even while I'm in dire, straights.
I can't be fake, rap was dead but now it's awake.
For God's sake, don't kill what 2Pac made.
Spark flame, into the game.
This is lyrically ingenious.
Take this seriously, like your fully believing it.
demons sensed in my heart now/
got me rippin' apart ground-with big shoes to feel/
reconnected with what i use to feel/
when i used to use booze to fill the gap-
dont matter if ya got skills in rap when ya usin' pills/
cuz it can make you lose a deal/
need discipline now/
you dissin' men now actin like sissy pen pals/
just to fit the in-crowds/
i pity men down in the gutter,high/
wanting to to run snd fly like a butterfly/
they shut an eye and keep one open,slightly/
in a fright cuz life shouldnt be taken lightly/
dispite me runnin thru this the truth is/
but not close to ruthless/
mood is swingin' cuz dudes is bringin me stress/
knockin em out in a second or less/
courage inhaled in my chest and its not cess/
its just me giving it my hardest and best/
this artist is next/
guest on this site can see i rip em apart in the text/
i be the peanut in her butter
im the solomy in her manaise
i be slam dunking on supersonics call me kobye
run this game with a fist when i spit i never miss
all u haters an spectaters that sit there talk shit
i stay focus all ways try to keep my chin up
this was a brief preview now its time for the warm up
Life on the streets.
I strive to go and eat.
Or go to sleep, my brain cells weaken in weeks.
This stay in hell, getting the best of me.
Homeless, the government not impressed of me.
Especially, when they took me from my home.
Threw me on the streets with very little clothes.
Fuck the government, fuck the commity.
They are the reason I'm livin' life in the city.
Life on the streets.
I strive to go and eat.
Or go to sleep, my brain cells weaken in weeks.
This stay in hell, getting the best of me.
Homeless, the government not impressed of me.
Especially, when they took me from my home.
Threw me on the streets with very little clothes.
Fuck the government, fuck the commity.
They are the reason I'm livin' life in the city.
Back with a smile, cigarelli on my lips//
Let the smoke out slow, like you emptied out a clip//
Word to your momma, I'm fly to death like kamakazis//
While all you bitches spawned hate, like you fathered Nazi's//
I balled, yet all you bastards is lookin'//
Fuck ya weak punchline, don't get my laughter mistooken//
Mistaken, I miss taken you bitches out, no date nights//
Lap you muthafuckas, you can't even see my brake lights//
King Of The Ring, while you pussies only play fight//
I reaches the masses in a broad way, like a play write//
I'm hungry for success, you don't know what it tastes like//
For a piece of the pie, bitch, you needa have ya cake right//
My pockets have a feast, that keeps these cowards lean//
My money brings that envy, so I call it sour cream//
I was bread for success, and you made to order//
So you stay surrounded by that trash, like a hoarder//
Boom go's the borders
I kill with anything I can find, Head shots with quarters
Redrum stocks the corners
fed jocks mock the Deppresed,Messed up minds love the horror
Time warner razo Stays cold
Rhymes blow minds,Enough hits to leave you rolling stoned
I spot clones,
Any one with a simmilar style gets stabbed with there nose bone
use your shoulder blade and stab the drones right in the dome
and then i'll Trip you with a wirless phone
lol
When I open my mind, it seems like my eyes go blind
I can no longer keep track of time, but the peace is sublime
what's that? a fluttering sound,an utter disgustingly profound
rattling like babies staggering its like a lost puppy at a pound
whimpering for someone to pamper it in their arms
what he will get is embalmed by two hateful palms
it's as sad as little Susie running smack into a plumber's crack
I'm back like a rash, on your ass, too deep to scratch
Fuck being a rash deep in anyones crack..
I puff piffy grass.. Surround myself with beautiful ass..
On the road to producing tracks that captivate masses..
I was building sand castles when i transcended hatred and whackness..
Whats with all this hate?,I'm still a somethingweight
And I'm already Irate, Rap is about striving to create
Not about bitching at eachother, or fucking someone elses mother
What? does he have to be a brother, before you can be kind to another
This just doesnt make sense, so I swing for the fence
Without any defence, under false pretense
That no one would dare, to ruin whats going for me
But I'm snatched out of the air, from someone elses jealousy
i seldom agree- but k-sane got the right mind/
enlightment instead of tryna fight when i write lines/
personally i recite mines as if i was all alone,although/
when i do get heated the microphone follows/
im my own model/
i use to be known for being a clone, hollow in my tones throttle/
what is hip-hop tho..i say why disect it/
i just write my message and show love to those who like my methods/
and for those who dont?..you cant please every one/
so i only consult big problems and not the petty one/
confetti run- down my vision and steady funds roll in/
you'd think everyone one in my circle that bowls, win../
by the way we droppin these pens(pins)/
we be choppin these ends dividin the pie/
ordering beef on the menu with a side of a fry/
i wonder was japans tsunami's tide was as high as my ocean flow/
coached ya hoe now shes a focused pro when she goes low to blow/
I know the road exposed so I'm going on the lane
platonic brain memory stemming from it phonetically
speaking, deacon of thoughts creeping deep into plots
From narcissistic reapers who shot
of catching me sleeping's kinda passive...
But I don't pay attention to lame inventions
...accurate, the stanza ain't traditional
but emasculate..I'd rather fuck an
authentic ass before rubbing onto the plastic shit..
I'd rather have my flaccid dick
suffer Angela Bassett's grip... before I settle for anything less
plenty regrets from many friendly connects
who lied through to teeth... so it's best to keep ya eyes on the street
It's no surprise that the meek's disguising as sheep
Forget the wolf approach... blowing the house down
know the doubts only come out now when the truth's pulled from it's roots..
in full, the bullets will shoot... n' your receptions will wither
The deception of a full affectionate quitter..
is so confectionery.. the basis of extra excellence essence varies
the sweet horizon... but on any beat I'm a keep surprising
the collective few well respected due to unique designing...
Which basically depletes the surface of equal purpose..
Through a beat that irk its entire metronome.. which I'm steps beyond..
Fuck a template... wit a ten set equalizer.
hands in my pocket from a man demanding my profits
I'm a free agent... free basing like a free mason.. getting down
to e-racing(erasing) the entire MC nation..!
n' starting from scratch... like an artist who's targeting cats
portrayed by the marketing lapse of industry art...
Because the ministry's harder to grasp.... my arm'll collapse
Before I EVER let you parliament packs parlay on the harmony
artistry lacks.. ya hardily passed the phase one step..
This is day ones step.. catching rays from the same sunset..
legs crossed... honing' the crisis on the only devices
perfected by being calm.. seeing no other reason to being on
Another plane..
I stay lighting spliffs, You want war, i'm on the path to enlightenment..
You see my lyrics lighting shit.. And like a bitch, You resigned and quit..
Saying, i'm tired and shit.. But i could still beat ya..
But i ain't ever met a man who's beat the grim reapa..
I stop time, and take lives, when i spot whack rhymes..
What happened to having a pen 'n pad, being on your grind..
Using your mind, instead of running it about bitches and rides..
I'm only 19, But i promise to bring hiphop back to a day where it shines..