:lmao: always boils my blood when my old lady starts trippin on me, hate is so easy but love is so hardQuote:
Originally Posted by Locust
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:lmao: always boils my blood when my old lady starts trippin on me, hate is so easy but love is so hardQuote:
Originally Posted by Locust
gotta focus on tha pure mind..state
not to tha hocus pocus... fake...shit
if i do then i gotta try to rewind tha hands of time, so now ima spit
and get straight on ma mind's
road an wary to not let it erode its soul to the hole of the abyss
the darkness sucking up my sharpness and flave
so i gotta keep sharp and not be slave
to tha intoxication cuz now my minds an impatient patient
to tha prescription of gettin gettin high and shit, try to quit but i rely on it
so now drugs is what i love
its influence got me below not above, just the thought of vibin got me droolin
who am i foolin? i cant quit and i try to spit am i a malignant cyst with cancer inside of it
cuz im just spreain tha influence as i get a fix and speak fluent
of gettin blazed to ma friends and they do it
and then they go under the influence
and spreads the disease
as positive role models recedes
as they roll and toke on green and forget what life actually means
im a perfect example of all this lyrics you read on tha big screen
this is how i fell cuz a good role model is what i needed but a bad one is what i followed and coped what he did...
Soldier shit dead your ballads I'm mild while bringing malice
Got my mind made up tiger uppercut chin splitters the wildest
Articulate artist i call this the Napoleon flow
My Christmas presence hit you and you bitch with missiles while y'all kissing under the mistletoe
explosive MC roasters with baking mitts on when we pull heaters from holsters
intoxicated hit men blindfolded and pistol whipped with toasters
over the rainbow i illuminate a dog like Nate minus the singing
Rob em for his cash money hot boy shooter
Escape on the Honda scooter to rob Roto rooter
Dimes i bust on their hooters bodies on ice cool ya
Through the fire i can't be scorched smoking newports on life support
throwing basketballs at judges whenever I'm called to court
Niggas short on wins, and spins faces get stomped in with brocolli colored tims
So go ahead and pretend to be a thug to get smoked like Pac in the end of Above the Rim
what the fuck am i tryin to type
just pissed decidin whether love is real or jus all hype
gotta concentrate, contemplate get tha right mindstate
before i end up seduced to love's bait
gotta escape before i get reeled in tha love or hate
but cupids arrow's already pierced my heart
tha lids bursted open my heart is overflow-in
once ya get hit by love its over an ya in
love is a disease spreads throughout ya body
so ya hooked on ya shawty, she got ya feelin good like buzz of bacardi
but she plays and decieves ya like an and i player on tha courts
u find it hard to believe but it hits ya as a hangover when ya throw up on ya shorts...
C i make notes walk on seas and break boats
Cut throats in the basements dead bodies on fire smell the smoke
sick of these liars saying they cut the coke
smack them live put it on DVD to keep my budget a float
rich or broke doesn't matter the blades used to poke
Twist in your flesh brain half baked from the cess
I made up my bed but my life is still a mess
Fiends still looking for the white with pipes out looking for the best
But years ago i retired know the blocks on fire
with rats wired on police payments with cheese
even the blind will tell you looking at me funny you'll soon be deceased
i'm a living disease born a dead seed thoughts in my head greed
One of the four devils deleted once Allah took hold of me
Incomplete songs are scrapped biters are capped
What i speak is actual and that's a known fact
iq high
scoo gpa low
is it from gettin high everyday on dro yo
mind thinkin slow nothin to put on tha table
nevertheless im still creative yet mind stable
hated on for being differen
runnin on my parade fuck their raid ill rain on em
make em stop, clot they arteries like a blood clot
im they worst enemies, make them heart pop
maybe i should be classy end em witha gunshot
or somethin unheard-of
choke em ta death with syr-uhp
done with this rap stuff
ya its a wrap up
ima make my words rain on ya
cant escape it even if ya in deepcova
in a shelta// ya cant escape its easy to rememba//
my words impale//ya frail// body//like spray shots from a 12 gauge shotty//
it slices ya thoughts, ima rhymin beast
hot hungry animal itching for a feast
aggressive nature is what makes me a monsta being//non stop machine fiend//
rippin mc's is what im feening// so be believing tha words ya receiving//
of who i am and what im saying//cuz its the truth im spraying, automatic like an uzi//
dont be believe, ull be loosin// the blood that will be oozin// out ya skull from word abusin//
cuz these words be cuttin deep neva bruisin//
impalin/striking/converting, is the style im using// cuz my flow is harder than inhalin air...when tha shotty got ya lungs gushin in blood not air// and strikin ya mere conscience with my presence wheneva im near// i change ya emotions like gettin new watches and presents christmas time of tha year// make ya mind be convertin to mine// cuz ya realize threw ya eyes im one of a kind// sterilized from the system..unique in design// flow still growin stems..havent even reached my prime
my flow is so sick/ i hope you get it//feel it// but dont try to steal it
killer instinct embeded//like DNA// flow dreaded getcha ya trapped wit no leeway//
escapin aint eazay// surounded virtually no way out// got killa dogs blockin ya escape route// whatcha gonna do now?// i gotcha by tha balls// lookin like a foo wit dropped draws// nervous shivering ya feel cold as frost// im intimidatin// ya im tha boss// sudden movements are so incriminatin// got ya frightened, legs, arms, tightened// im fear too ur sight an// got ya mind fightin// too weak its dissipatin into tha thin air, irrational thinkin too scared//eye contact tear ya inside thoughts, mind thinkin weird// presence overuling u its like ya not even here// delusional illusions reality disapears// ya im that impossible to bare...
don't finish the obstacle here, go get your opticals cleared
and see talent before your eyes, a binocular pair
i bet a ton of you would constantly stare
but why now? it's time out, theres no hide out or spot you can dare - to hide
best ta prepare to die, get the funeral clothing
or give credit when it's due like a musical closing
i slip venom in my soup, get sicker instead of cured
elevating my skills, now every scriptures in better form
metaphors in minutes, every simile becomes
a fraction of perfection, when i simp-l-y begun
tear apart these instrumentals, then piece 'em together
my reflection just supplies me an equal contender
half an effort outshines you, easily i outrhyme you
leave your second thoughts beside you, remind you
to never cross my path, if you walk i'll Hack into ya
and make your face Twisted like an Autograph signature
im the lord at rap, you spitting rhymes but you sorta wack
i slaughter cats like im throwing them in the water in a sack
my rhyme endurance is better than olympics runners
so double check your life insurance when im spitting something
this lyricist will show you what real rhyming really is
your girl so fugly i wouldn't touch her with a shitty stick
have a rapper begging on his knees like a blow job
saying please but i wont stop don't fuck with locust
my maneuvers hurt when spitting a ruthless verse
im too superb it seems like im from another universe
fool ima get you when im shooting that metal
im so high its like i got wings like the bull in the redbull
you dont wanna start shit, im a artist, a saviour
stacking cash while you looking for food in garbage containers
ur bitch loves the kids semen
i jizz on her face every weekend like im giving her skin treatment
you're terrible you and me aint comparable
i smoke so much weed im getting higher than an airballoon
im high in the sky and im oh so beautiful
got niggas thinking its a bird its a plane or a UFO
if it aint about green then its money
smoking green stacking green im high on trees like a monkey
drop it like it's hot my nigga bombs in kuwait
16's mixed with cocaine new crack rock
bringing it back this the real crack talk
bringing down planes in Baghdad catch me on the black box
curse on the head don't tell me bout the red sox
break it shake it and bake it freeze dry ya fields
catch me out front the club too young to get in
macking bitches on arrival I get it in
no 5-0 I just make sense hell bent
beat destruction rapper reduction getting my dick proper suction
she from california? yeah we might be fuckin
I'm a big nigga with chicken heads in the back room clucking
roll out with my head tucked in action movie star
jean claude van damn I go hard
on life on wife on the knife that stabs ya hand
this a secret society word to the breakfast club
neck breakers who cause wreck fast club
fly niggas high niggas I'm that guy nigga
enunciating so well got rosie perez wanting to go to hell
stacks of dough, a symptom of knowledge
giving out college type wisdom y'all lacking
I'm too seasoned like mother nature
every words meaningful, smothers haters
cause I'm the best at this game kid
while you the same spitting lame shit
I was thinking outta this world
like dreaming of being a movie star
I'm just dangerous so step back
or get left with ya neck snapped
you don't want this, straight crazy
one hit, body's I aimed at became lazy
smelling up the place like the weed smoke
now I'm thinking where the cream grow
cause I'm hungry for some more beef yo
Try again or get your cabbage trimmed a shooting star that sins
i walk a straight line amongst these crooked men
meddle in my biz again you and your friends will need more than medicine
See that river beneath the bridge i'm throwing ya'll in
Hope ya'll can swim cause they run deep
i'm nastier than the aftermath remains of an aborted baby
a horrific scence i'm keen you sound more retarted than keeping it gravy
hotter than lit stovetops and bitches in heat sucking lolipops at bustops
My fatherless style bust chops gloves and face masked from flying pork
you pigeons talking Bjork i pop pussies like the lakers popped the corks
Stop my fort that's an impossible task to the police force
Better bring the feds in to protect your dogs from getting fed to cannibal hannibal men
With a flesh fetish life's short still there's no easy way
to get ahead without a fight so i'm putting down my weed pipe and getting head from Linda later today
Fuck lighting my wrist i'm lighting your clique that roll thick
Verbal lightning striking you snitch crumble the cracker
Ritz
I'm a production beast like alchemist leave your brains blown to bits
Your whore strips on her nipples i nibble ain't no riddle she swallow the kibbles
So cold i piss icicles throwing niggas off a cliffs but I'm not trying to fly with you
Quick moves show improve as I'm flowing smooth still harder than a horses hooves
Throwing slugs to crews masked up so I'm not making the news
Giving you blues and black eyes heads cracked live
You fall guys will never master your highs lights, camera, action
dimes naked on satin sheets strapped up reaction
Taxing em i.r.s. style sex slaves bacs get blown out
Crowd approved cipher tested once i blessed it
Natural born killer sipping miller driving reckless
Y'all dumber than rednecks in Texas(reference to George Bush)
Got you shook up from a push followed by a shove
stop being ashamed you never sold drugs everyone can't be a thug
But I'll floor you if you try to give me a hug
yo good shit guys