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real 1st time insomnia & rag'n thoughtz up in my dome, while i sat at home after: i was arrested last night for open alcohol b/c sum purple shirted bmx narc at tha vedder chilliwack sk8 park, can u b-leave, iz tha cop's son spyed on my swiggin refresh'n corona's under tha tree, harrassed my ass while i sat between sk8/drink say'n he was call'n tha fuzz, on his cellular phone? put a glock 2 his dome, not a comb! 2 cop cars arrived i jetted or tried about a few hundred feet & thangz waz look'n bleak, one $230 open alcohol ticket lata, my mind iz a pig killa...
WUSSUP PLAYA
IM NO HATE-AH
I AM TIRED OF NARCS. DONE & DONE. I PROPOSE DAT THERE B A GANGSTARZ ANTHEM:
CAN U IMAGINE SEE,
A PERFECT XISTENCE
MY NEIGHBOUR IS A DOPE-DEAL-AH,
MY MAIL MAN IS A HELLION,
MY GUESTS ARE REQUEST'N RAP,
THA GROUNDZ KEEPAH IS A SK8-AH,
THA PLUMBER IZ A PORN FANATIC,
& SECURITY KICKZ DO-GOODERZ OUT ON THIER ASSEZ!
YELL OUT TO THA MASSEZ,
RAISE YO' GLASSEZ,
OPEN ALCOHOL IZ NOT A CRIME!
LETZ SMILE SO DAT OUR GRILLS SHINE,
CUZ THA WORLD IS MINE &
GET BACK BEHIND THA LINE OF HORRORS,
ONE WORLD ORDER ON ENJOYIN DROPIN DRAWERZ FOR WHOREZ,
YO BRO, YO SISTA, GET IT TWISTED ITZ BETTAH DAT WAY,
FLY HIGH LIKE THA MILKY WAY,
A COMMUNITY FULL OF GANGSTARZ WHO SHEILD ONE ANOTHER FROM DO GOODAZ, ALL 4 1 1 4 ALL, BLAST THA PIGZ & DIGZ A TRENCHEZ FO' THOSE BITCHEZ.
PARKING LOTZ PLOT SPOTZ FOR ORGANIZED SESSIONS,
ROLLL'N THRU LESSONS,
IMPRESSIN FLY'N & CARESS'N THA SK8BOARD N SOAR,
JUSTIFY A JUNKIE DAY,
CITY OF ANGELEZ OR CITY OF SK8RZ SLASH ALCOHOLIC GENIUSEZ,
1 LYFE 2 LIVE!
BUILD A GANGSTA PARADIZE & BUCK 9INE THA SNITCHEZ
GIVE EM ALL STITCHEZ,
I'D RATHER BLOW KISSEZ 2 G'S N' BANGAZ.
peace.smoke.live.roll.swigg.
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i'm despicable,
but i read books thats biblical,
keeping my facts non fictional,
it makes the style unpredicable,
with that vocab this stuff makes me lyrical,
complemented by ah flow that sound cynical,
when you play mind games thinking is critical
you got to strengthen your mind just like the physical.
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war is selfloathing,
bazooka loading, guns
is exploding,obama keeps on deploying peps to irak,
were there forced to shank and take crank,
if not they will get spanked,
when they come back there mind is blank like the income on my bank.
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will he be considered one of the greats before he desengrates?
snakes trying to slither through his gates to steal ideas he creates
constant head aches as he travels states to change mind-states
to listen to songs he's made they say don't benefit the trade
putting up his own cash to keep greedy producers paid
in the studio for days perfecting tracks he laid
no times for dates busy chasing papes instead of babes
a deal he craves but the contracts he reads only do justice for slaves
he defies the masters that keep the artists stuck in a maze
a local artist working his hardest for a break
but other emcee's in town stay distant theyr'e all fake
he's up late applying the writing weight
ignoring the hate every motive is to motivate
the pressure's applied to engineers to get the tuning right
until it's tight another day to write in the booth ready to ignite
flames changing up styles so no delivery's the same
he came to grind and bring the lost rawness back to the game
nothing's plain except these peanuts all buttered up
he kills every venue with a flow un-matched, and un-touched
come wrong and get crushed from the heavy rush
a picture you paint with a brush it's never enough
cats diss his stuff but he never gave a fuck
because it's only a few they dodge, and duck
knowing he'll bring the ruck once he gets out the truck
he'll never sell-out for a buck his chains never tucked
he still loves life though he's been shot, and cut
using knowledge of self so he'll never self-destruct
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this monster snorts the snow of mountains,
fucked up child keeps the parents crying like leaky faucets,
the only time he stop is when there is no more money in his pockets,
so he plots a scheme it involves blasting rockets quite shocking,
he runs out quicker than the is bullets popping,
he was hit now he's in an alley sobbing, trying to keep his heart from stopping!
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yo the rich hate the peasants
its about time some real nigga said it
it's injustice im here to represnt it
cuz children in my hood is walking streets thats drug infected
yup the truth is hard to digest i suggest you pull up your pants and buckle your shit down
before these rich cats start to clown
and give you a crown for being a textbook nigga
giving law suits faster than you can give em the middle finga!!
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watch the Sheep Lord switch blade grenade back in the fade
gimme the key so I can form the sickest ripper known to emcee kind/
blaze up the sword, call upon the skills built from the 90's
kill emcees on the m-i-c and watch me grind them into tea/
now you breeze past the breast plate watch me segregate
your skills are just half baked, 4:20 your prolly not in my way/
smokers delay b-boy ripper forming up Techwon
deading rappers when I blaze my blunts like a blazing sword/
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it's easy destroying clones as we travel over hard-rock, and gravel
the pitts of hell burning as i look down from heaven angels travel
to a dimension unknown to man super-natural weapons destroy the land
the trumpet sounds as i round up the fam we stand un-touched
guns melt soon as the hands touch bones are crushed
blown to dust as it settles the metal quickly rusts
it's a new day a new allegiance a new partner-ship
new waters for rebuilt alienated ships
son of god is back to rip the shit to shambles
cunning to become stunning to win all gambles
contestants flown in receive massive wounds
soon as they step in the arena attack their platoon
they get smoked as if all theyv'e seen was a fume
the air i let out was so hot it filled hot-air balloons
so were popping flying leigons my lyricals bloom
as the sky darkens swords are sharpened
to slice off the heads of thieving emcee's as their talking
stalking the escapee's through radar track em down often
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unclean fiends worship the light by any means
teams of high beams excite when they touch the scene
there can only be One to govern the existence
change comes full circle so there's no need for resistance
each instance has transpired before you had a chance to admire
reflective attire keeps evils hidden in plain view
through the hue my point gets through to ignite a fire...
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mind will glow from life's high see through man-kind like Christ's eyes
give up the greed take heed or your life's mine
before he busts his gun I'll duck the bullets timed
in the mental watch in my pocket rocket cocked
throw stones I'll block the rocks
advice take it or leave the avenue with new electric shots
from a tazer snatched from a murdered cop
shot by a young man as a kid harrassed and neglected allot
know he's life locked in a murder unit spot
cuffed n' shackled still too buff too tackle
running the yard his scars show he was tough to handle
never complained just insane with uncontrollable thoughts on his brain
hip-hop kept him sane he never gave in to the pain
or frustration body big as if he got caught in a mutation
his sister found mutilated on a spring vacation
he was American born far from immigration
his parents from france uncles, and aunts
sisters and brothers adopted so he knew none
he had noone a loner was what he would later become
done with friend-ship him and his men sick
he wouldn't hesitate to bust your lip or spray a clip
he was loved by killers that he grinded with
not cheap he would hit the bar and give the bartender a 200.00 tip
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slim wit the Kangol brim Einstein mind with the pen
women and men see a G but i'm really just being me
High thoughts before i ever sparked
a cool nerd seducing young hearts
money shot left or right to the hole can't be stopped
pop loc'd on blocks spin wind on cardboard box
haters got knocked talking about what they know not
top knots they rocked while my pockets filled with cash crop
Hip Hop til i drop ashes tossed off a yacht
tic toc echoes the flow that's goes around the clock...
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why provoke silence with utter ludacriss violence
battle the unseen sins with scenes from the apocolypte 3rd
unheard but steel melt from that solar flair death is made
screams of innocent children sinners repent the sky is flamming
the pretty blue brewing a charcoal grey paid in full wages of sins im naming
speaking in tounges last minute prayers unheard tainted air chocking the lungs
a war with no guns just sprinters for the runs Van damme nowere to run
the beast rose in the east each of the seven heads yelling dominance
continents burns human remains take turns Africa spared
given a 100 more years for the slave years they took
the beast regress the progress its inevitable like guns dont shoot
tha end is near human souls for tha haul the devil wants that loot.
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fed's look at my baby pictures study them like ancient scriptures
gotta keep going cant stop now
snakes continue to slither
they putting in work for the only prince who wear glitter
his gay appearance is funny but the buster is bitter
eating your fingers for dinner old school nigga still pulls out a beeper
yup this mutha is trying to be the world f'n keeper
this kid wants to be known as the soul keeper or a demonical jack the reaper
peace
knights back in christendem was acting really feminine
it was about nine of them
trying to summon a dark army like king solomon
young niggas acting gay and not pretend
trying to lie about the bible and what it meant so at church i simply nod my head cuz in know this earth is coming to an end.
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nggas like Lil B be killin' me
thinking they're God-body but really silly k-i-ds
Based on what?...ngga please
you on somethin' but not reality or the All Mighty
The Word is powerful provokes a coward or two
to inflate their chest and try to test the council of elders
ever region has a legion
of ol' school cats who only laugh when squeezin' at storytellers
when you hear the propellers you better duck ya butt in ya cellar
or them blades will be misbehave before you get a chance to turn yellar....
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like nazi youth today's kids don't resist to enlist
lord of the flies rule the world with an iron fist
i wanna be like "yo come over here check out this"
its a wild synthesis it's baby atoms becoming revolutionist
grab a sample show it to a baby uterus
i got no million dollars you know who it is
the young boy whose becoming a scientist
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