and if that don stump ya, then check my topical cyp'
thats all freestyles too, boy ya need to get a life
every thing i spit now, juss comes from the top
way like im stoned, on this chronic fuckin pot
so tell me what is you want, spellin errors, or freestyles
coz i don missay anythin when i rippin up eastmiles
i thought ya was fuckin off kidd, i see ya out there peepin
yo won some fuckin more aye, ya lte night creepin
sneekin a quick peek, don see ya shit no more
washed out of site, like yous a dirty whore
ya skank ass dawg, don tell me i know who ya aint
you juss been ghosted boy, like you was a fuckin saint
The realist nigga in texas, A1 authenic
Fuck hoes,to my green is how Lil Tra is committed
So imma do what i intented, the rap game recomended
Snypers keepin track of you like ya schools attendence
Switch the game, lace it up and tie the shoestrangs different
Cant walk a mile in my kicks, if you ran long distance
Imma round the way artist lookin for something to shatter
cockroaches pinchin off me all yall finna scatter
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I'm a one-man army, from Captain to Drill Sergant
It seem like I'm a bull's eye, but I'm a ill target/
I'ma bully to yo whole group, a monster to yo whole crew
When you spittin you just sayin all of the shit that you won't do/
You talkin like you wanna fight, but you don't really wanna brawl
I'm a ghost? But I'm bustin so who ya gonna call/
You talk like you real but you'll never see me
U.N.S now means U'll Never Succeed//CID
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I move like the arrow--thru the air as it prepares 4 hittin its mark/
i'm 'fly' like pigeons n larks, just like the ones that sit in the parks/
but what i'm spittin is dark, like a black mack 10 bein lifted 2 spark/
my mind is like a mechanical cerebrum made up of infinite parts/
anyone thinkin they 'fly' will git identified as dead, caught in my spyda web/
any nigga that fucks wit me will get his 'waves pushed back' like tidal ebb/
n while these cats sit around n wait fo 'deals' like 'idle feds'/
i jus spit fo the love of the game, till my lyrics are proclaimed as the most livest said/
i put peeps in a deranged state, hatin on they pages of aimless meanins/
in this game i'm breathin, alive as i eye the skies wit the angels beamin/
but below remain the baneful demons trapped in chambers screamin/
wishin they could take me wit 'em, they cant refrain from schemin/
but i've attained a mind frame that u wouldn't even imagine/
i spit flamin spectacles, makin the most skeptical believe in the dragons/
Aight, enough of this bullshit kids, who want it? *no answer*...
Y'all already got an incurable disease n no i aint talkin bout cancer...
Slugs make u look like a dancer, but u cant evade lyrical blows...
These kids aint gon win, every1 knows, ur whored by me u hoes...
This my show when i flow, u bitches cant even fuckin compare...
Im dissin n rippin on kids whos whack, it really aint fair...
Leavin u in despair, u kids is basically fags in disguise...
In a text battle wit me aint no surprise y'all aint survive.
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On Vacation, Bitches.
Getting tired of these hataz, slowin down my profit
So i go replinish and recharge in my lyrical cockpit
Seats candy chewy gumball chocolate
Air conditioned in the back chill wit Phera fossit
My style is vile and i been at this for awhile
So if ur girl is lonely she knows who to dial
When i got the rifle im always hittin my mark
So it aint safe for u ne where not even a park
I can hit while ur sleepin
Leave ur wife mournin and get her next weekend
Im ruthless like that i show no mercy
Im a dick huh?....u still aint heard the worst G
If u a snitch I'll get u while u sit "safely" in court
Call it a three-pointer cuz to me its a sport
Down ur tonsils goes the barrel of my desert ease
Cuttin off all wind makin it hard to breathe
Im a cruel cat when I clutch this weapon
Don't worry I got a Family Renuion waitin for u in heaven
Im about my money so u know im gettin paid. If u act up i spray u down faster then a wife with raid.
Aunts uncles and cousins all fell victim to the war,
crime againt crime, streets fulla pimps and whores,
a faithless view of reality, from a poets mind,
time after time, I express pain when I rhyme,
so overwhelmed today, shit, how Im gonna eat,
stomaches empty as a fuck, I aint sleept in a week,
robbery crossed my mind, and murder visited twice,
Im sick of seen another bedless night, time to take my life.
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