The Dirty Way of Life

[Dirty Knowledge]

The Dirty way of life living like living with AIDs and a clean wife but every night pipe can we exchange lives if so lemme leave mine cuz dogg im not doing bad but doing fine could be doing more right then im doing more wrong but every day i could move back i keep movin on movin strong got the game in my palm and a strong arm plus i know the lord watching me and clocking me watching on top of me like the cops is watching me but im not hawking he and looking up awkwardly im smiling walking by bopping b with my music weather wu or snoop dogg im a crude dogg hit them hoes up if they want dick but still wont call them back bitch cuz im a rule yall and strike with an iron fist only respond to prayer so start prayin bitch what the fucks a gun? a gauge? sprayin shit man thats lame and shit im old school still used to spankin a bitch using my belt like dude in baby boy did aint never been a baby boy kid i been a grown nig with the mind of an older head i aint never dead always alive and always tickin always rappin and always rippin chicks love it so im always hittin and i know how to work it so they always drippin but doggy i aint never sippin or lickin diggin in to the pussy only when dickin fuck a chicken i keeps politicin on the corner on the buss at the mall or with my doggs who the fuck is a chick to keep away from who you are dogg i dont lead two lifes if im with a chick cuz she keeps it real cuz i break her off and can make a chick feel like she the queen of shit yeah kid what! One!

[andrem]

this shit is all cliche rhymes with no vocabulary.
you gotta surprize readers/listeners with a direct, murderous, witty sequence of rhymes.
ex: "With mic cords, I bring Jews to exodus
Crippling opponents with back kicks from Pegasus"

-Masta Dre

[Fensocket]

I liked how you just brought it with what was on your mind.

especially when this is written, one never knows how the flow drips through the writers mind. Dirty seems to just spit.. blahhhhhhoowww--- then step back like there that is.

keep up

[Dirty Knowledge]

Reincarnated through the last of the brave, arrives through the blaze the kid who tote flames, gropes dames and hosts tapes, boosts sales and like Jynx;the crime rate, see a lot of wannabes who's crimes fake, stop just trying to be for crime's sake, Christ died for his faith, nailed vile on his stake, the game's a cross to bare but I muscled my weight, hip-tossed and crumbled the lightweight, super heavy in a game surrounded by a lower division, the pedigree like Hunter Hearst hurtin' who ever in it, created a hybrid I'm complete with immortal techniques, spit imperial flames on my first album and the game loved what they seen, viewed direct by the pentagon for the bombs I deplore, hanged time like MJ just to kill what I spent behind cell doors, still got close ones doing they time behind the walls, that's why it make me sick seeing the faker in ya'll, and for my real nikkas who stuck true to what they believed, hold ya' head son and believe betters days shall soon be achieved.

[na diel]

real nice...peace

[Dirty Knowledge]

(Skr8 KeyStyle)

Yo, I wonder why everybody living a pop life,
Cop a gun, take aim and bust shots life,
Find a connect, reup and hussle rock life,
Ride hard 'till they get popped and locked right?
Right. The truth is, I expect thugs to face me with abasement,
Tear in the eye with contact, fuck it. The floor, face it,
A white boy with dark skin they never figured me out,
Now I'm on the come up out the underground digging me out,
It's like you gotta sell out just to sell a couple of tracks,
And you gotta spit bullshit to even get on that wax,
Hoes and the club, guns and who you snubbed, fuck that,
I'm all about providing some truth and lacing some facts,
Playing my shit, peeping the reaction then bringing it back,
Chicks bodies move to it, the reaction? Groovin, peep the actions proven,
Or even the reaction movement, I move with a gattlin and guillotine,
One to aim at armies and the other to chop off they knees,
On the block I'm a P.O.W. just tryna survive wicked times,
I don't wanna thug no more and they think I'm scared to come outside,
That or worst, I'm snitching, just cuz' Dirty ceased to be pitchin,
Like Roger Clemens, they waiting for my decision but I ain't bitchin,
I get respect like #4 in Green Bay that's why I can leave or I can stay,
Make my choice take as long as I want and still get love from all over the place,
Let me speak on race, black, white, latin, asian, australian,
We stick together and embrace culture instead of living together as bretheren,
We all brothers, weather your people dance or mines cook,
Weather your peoples learned how to write or mines wrote books,
Your skins light, mines lighter, you white but I'm whiter,
It comes down to this, a cracker rapper against blacks but I'm nicer,
Live-wire, spit fire, grip nines? You liars, stick to providing a story,
About what you do, how you do it, that fake shit don't move me,
I cried watching a Scary Movie, your shit ain't bringin' me to tears,
For the fact that I seen it all, did it all plus conquered my fears,
So what's left for me to feel when all I've known is being broke and a joke,
It's time for the person under the stairs to break out and revolt, ONE!

[Sirkulayshun]

yea u gat a real good flo....an i like ur choice of words an ur consistency...keep it up...hit me up

[Raptica]

bey i lik ya flow usa of werds r creative
i give props to Kastro das my boi Tupac boy
link up man "we hit em up"

[Dirty Knowledge]

My little cousin asking me why his brother had to pass,
And why grandpa just left us all with his memory to grab,
Why he feel he gotta sell dope just to make cash,
And why he go to school but only wanna learn how to get ass,
I'm tryna teach him how to get math, subtract and divide stacks,
Then that head I slap, ask how you hussle but dunno how to add?
Little nikka got a chip on his shoulder wanna be like big brother,
But when it come down to it all he doing is following the same mistakes under,
Dumb and thuggin shit, brain numbed for thinking this,
I know his pain, cuz I was young and doing the same stupid shit,
I hadda get a clue but all I had was my hands on a stupid grip,
Totin guns, holding dope looking for fiends with stupid chips,
And he know the lessons I preach ain't from a liar's point of view,
He know he getting the real, spit from my motherfuckin wisdom tooth,
He don't need a church, I tell him step up in to this wisdom booth,
Come in to my office, light that joint and realize what good this wisdom do,
Pussy and bitches, nikkas and fights, block life and Glock nines,
How many times it gonna take the hardheaded to finally realize,
How many accidents, how many murders, how many fights, how many burners,
How many examples, how many Richard Priors, how many Ike and Tina Turners,
I learned from other's mistakes, plus ones I made as mistakes,
So when I tell my lil cuz this shit, all he can do is relate.. yay!

[Dirty Knowledge]

Mariooooooooooooo!!

Over 18th down Lyons another hop over Hillsborough Boulevard,
Now I'm headed down south on the 72 to Lauderdale where shit is hard,
Cop a dime and two blunts roll one up take a few hits then cash it,
Hit the block see what up with the fam gotta take the facts in,
And the facts is the cops hate when they see a cracker in the ghetto,
Think we there for trouble or to cop so they rope and we rumble,
Never had a problem getting in a scuffle, if I'm scared that's more muscle,
Strength to rip more tissue, lift up and boom chokeslam like I wrestle,
Caught a charge in the hood fighting with the coppers tryna lock us,
For sitting on the block talking loud and the neighbors don't want us,
Ruckus on the block, rapping bout the gun busts and drug runs,
Cocaine scripts and weed prices, rolling blunts to experience one love,
If I make it to 6 I'll be on the bus again heading down to the M-I-Yayo,
Got my headphones on boppin with my hand wavin like I'm tony Yayo,
Hey yo,nikka yelled to me from across the street and I dunno his ass,
If him and his boys try to jack me I'm a have to hit that 50 yard dash,
That's when I light the rest of the L, light up then I'm going to hell,
Coming back lke Jesus Christ after seven levels of seeing how sinner's excell,
Keep regretting ever getting expelled, hated school cuz I hated to learn,
That's until I learned I only hated America's vision of knowledge earned,
Studying his story and her math, rather devise wisdom on my pad,
Pen in my hand, new mathamatics called hussle and inflate stacks,
Trees run 5 dollars a gram, cocaine is 50 and 170 for an eight ball,
I'm hustlin, but I get deep in to the hustle to make Rick's weight fall,
Fuck your connects, when the boat come in who you think Rick called?
The dirty dogg, street pharmacist hood Jesus aka block God,
The kid that came up off five dollars breaking records sparked prior,
Remaining on the mound pitching while those around me stay on the DL like Mark Prior..

YO SUPA! SUPA! SUPA!