WHITE N DANGEROUS
What a deadly game this thing is that we call Life, Roll the Dice, Hold a Knife to protect ya Neck,
Respect is Earned never Given so Check the Words that im Spittin, or u may end up in the Dirt with the Worms Swimmin'
As the Worlds Spinnin' my Girls Strippin,
the Nerve of u fools gives me the Urge ta start Flippin'
Last time me n The Lord brang it to u just to be good Sports
now were Brandishing Swords, to take u out in Scores, u flaky fucks Turn More than Handling Doors,
while were pedalling Whorez ur Pedaling your...Mountain Bike..
Gatherin dead presidents in large Amounts the Size of 3 Timez what u can Count..Ight!?
Leave u in the Morgue Cold, always out to get More Dough, count unlock our style if u knew Morris Code
Random Rambles as i grab a Handful of Ammo n leave u in Shambles
Backhand you, ur rhymes r more washed up than Sand Castles, Tackle u at Camp Randall, this that shit u Cant Handle
Shits a art we lay down call it Graffiti with a style hotter than Tahiti fuck the Needy, or whoever Need Be, ur face i Knee Three Timez Consecutively
Betta come correct or Bleed from ya Neck to ya Teeth, come stand Next to Me n ull behold.a Legends Physique
SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
Darted out facts peeped the schematics*
Watch mechanics handle it with finesse and ease
Breeze past parts watch the ending
Rewind it snap the reels on tape player
Scratching discs on the CD player
Replaying them scenes like a flashback
Snatch and steal now how that’s gonna be banned
in a children's card game for real??????????
Slammed hammers down in the chambers
Slinging paths through pieces of the pie
Asking me if it were dangerous
I’m majoring in techniques, uniquely metaphorical
Optimal to the oracle trying ask me if still got morals?
Quarrel wit those in the office making the rules
I’m breaking the rules, conducting hearings on it
I bring it back like facts that have been debated until the end of time
Back on the grind each and every day I awaken
Breaking down the mathematics of these PC jockeys
Trying ask if I plays it safe like air hockey matches
Nigga I got patches of war slated on my doorstep
I was born in the dark……………
I didn’t see the light until I was almost a man
You were born in the light and had it on all day and night
You don’t know what it was like trying fight cha way home
Each and every day….I couldn’t even listen to mixtapes
Without having books through at cha head
Bang out more holes than Orpheus*
Seen though the cinematic climatic scenes
Prime time greenery to anything you ain’t tinkering with the machinery
So when I paint the scenery you can match it
Like a Michael Bay flick with explosions and shit
But they ask where the exposition with no inquisition
Trying to gather wisdom where the ain’t none
Thank son for not peeping for the funds
For the company we asked him to run
Just remember it well son
The section was born in a day
We had to run it 9 to 9
Get on your grind and gather your mind
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