Bigot Hitman's Book

[Bigot Hitman]

Part 1, the problem

I watched'em open his pocketbook
"Hey stop it crook" (my victim)
No fear here, got guns off the rhicter, local cops get shook
Profits took, in my view profits gained though
Backin up the booth flow, incase i droped it lame yo
Steps down the pavement
Scope'in real hard for payments
Just that one robbery proabally, hmmm were the day went
Spotted a street employee, what's the figures on the hydro? (the dealer)
He told me a pheen owed'em thick cream, an that he might blow
Aite yo, no fights though, crispy chicken mic flow (his nickname)
Anyways, the scene was glazed, i watched wit the sight low
Then the beam was blazed, i'm like, i know he ain't have to
Confront'em sonnin, u putta body on my shotti? i'ma beat yo ass duke
At last you, done messed up enough, u just too rough
Become'in a liability, thinkin u tryna kill me (me talkin to dealer)
Fuck the drug figures my niggas said that u scheme'in
On how to take my clientel, well shit u must be dream'in
So let me stop yo advance now, with the gun you held (snatched the gun)
Kid u ain't got a chance now, its nobody to show'n tell
So he got on his knees, i stuffed the gun in his mouth
An woulda pulled it clean, but thought about the son in his house
Told'em if he swollen another face, or catched another case
THat he would be out my hood for good, now fetch another base (coke)

Part 2, the solution

Jetted back to my lonely house, too early though, only bout
Fifthteen past tweleve....peepin a lonely mouse
THinkin were my pencil at, so i can set the simple trap
In which my toy troops, put gats to where a temple's at
Blowin off dimple fat, of the ever growin pain (the dealer)
The truly unruly dealer stealer wit the stolen game
I melted my own image, then painted it back over him
I taught'em everything he know, straight from the king of "snow" (me, cocaine)
So for him, since i can't take that knowledge, i'll have to take his life
Couldn't do it in the alley then, but now i'll break his mic, and rape his wife
But yo, this ain't a solo job, he prolly got artillery for killin thee,
Schemers, tryna get his polo's robed
He lived on the second floor, we went up in there four deep
Musta thought we was is mom
Cuz when i opened the door, he yelled he need more sleep
"Sure creep", i turned on the lights, he jumped out the bed
All excited then still,
Cuz he sited the steel that pumped out the lead
Conviently, his son was at his mother's house, no witnesses
My nigga showed what the fuck gun fitness is
One shot an he split his shit, last step, escape crime
Make sure we left the scene clean, cuz we hate time (jail time)
The shit was handled, carefully, like it was a lit candle
I blew out, u knew how, mister big spread the thick ammo
Sick camels must be cut loose in my troop of "nomad" digits
Its the truth, despite this is my mindset, shit ain't so-bad is it?

[Bigot Hitman]

this is dopest shit on the page, i can't get one half ass statement?

[Bigot Hitman]

Anything?

[Bigot Hitman]

Ok i gave 6 guys true feed back, more than sum shit like "that was dope!" lets see what i get back in return.......

[oDoUoSoKo]

i think it is overall good but becareful of ur imagery,, it mite come across as too far fetched...(regarding ur use of () ) keep doing u..ur going in a great direction..1

[LHX]

dam yo - patience


verse 2 better than verse 1

get rid of the parentheses


i like the action packed shit
but try switchin up the scenario

i like the story-telling style, but your topic matter is kinda played out

expand the petty crime shit and take it on some inter-galactic shit

it would be fun to read



keep hammering em

[Bigot Hitman]

Sellin coke is not petty crimes, that felonoy shit son, but thanx on the comment

[LHX]

its petty crime

trust it

[DJMethods]

liked it.. second verse is better, all of it flows well though.

but yeah, it just sounds like something ive heard before. not saying you were biting, just want something thats gonna make me go "god damn thats hot". killin someone and pushin coke, like LHX said just a bit played out.

still liked it though, you ever record shit?

[Bigot Hitman]

Never

[Bigot Hitman]

Get off the floor, nigga get that shit off the store
U ain't die'in in my trap house, u ain't a fuckin black mouse
Snitch, u could get fam hurt for this
Shit, sirens scream'in, i mus be dream'in, fuckin dirty bitch
Fuck it, jus push that nigga out the window
Its a short drop, i can't afford to open more shops
I'm in though, my indo, spreaded on the hardwood
Tired to flee in the 89', but the shit don't start good
Picked up the sharp tool, i hope its jus one cop
Armed my self, hopped in the closet, he bout to get dumb shocked
Knock knock, my niggas long gone, i'm waitin for the chance
To jump out the closet, and split his flat foot stance
Foot steps, i jumped out, then droped the ox
Surpised it was a fed raid! each wita lead gauge
I played dumb, sain some crooks locked me in there ( the closet)
"I thought yaw was them", "they tried to pop me in here"
Then i told'em, they even pushed my nigga out the window
After they stabbed him an he bled, check the blood round the timbo
These musta been rookie feds, they asked to press charges
I'm like naw i'm straight, fuck'em, then my chest started
To relax, see i'm quick to think on my feet
Plus i peep when i'm down, don't even blink in my sleep

[JackOfHearts]

nice flow, great at story-tellin and the verse went and licked along at a nice pace, but vocab could defo b improved on. wud sound gud on audio. well played.

[Bigot Hitman]

Thanx on the comment

[Bigot Hitman]

Come on in, chronic in shoe boxes, its a strong smell yo
In my dresser drawer two oxes, loaded?...bra hell no
Ziplocks for when i sell dro, piles of dirty clothes
Stained sheets, from where i went wild on thrity hoes
Trippin over extension chords, plastic covered windows
To keep heat in, wit little holes where push out the indo
Stashed in my size sixteen timbos, got steel underneath
My nephew's borrowed boy wonder briefs, incase he wanna sneak
In one corner against the wood work, classic shits stacked up (my cd's)
If you happen to see cash leakin out my matress bitch back up!
Hats tucked an fitted wit every single jersey
Hershey cd's in the player, mostly track cuts, wit the volume jacked up
No carpet, hardwood floors wit paint stains
Like raekwon "seven butcher knifes", wit those i shank brains
Tank games, naw just madden and two-k-seven (2k7 b-ball)
Played on a stolen x-box, i copped from this dude named devin
On a coffe table a nineteen inch sony tv, bent antenna
Next to it a big ass gash in the wall, from where i sent a hamma (hammer)
Cuz it jammed in a tight situation, i was fustrated
When i had to dip out fast, before the late bus made it
Right after a stick an move, I did the first part
But i skipped the movin part, fucked me up in a church park
I told a cop, "i'll "play" nice wit yo girl, an let the bitch "beat me"
U don't know pig, i got more "blocks" than a fifty inch tv
He beamed the flash light, i almost got exposed for what i ain't
I'm kinda like a prostitute, cuz i "blow" for what i make
Not dicks, clips stupid, which i got stocked up in my closet
O yea and in my bottom drawer, i got keyz blocked up in hydrolics
When u come in, u smell a stench of rotten meat
Above my head board its a poster of my fam thats gotten sweeped (shot)
I really can't say no more son, the feds might be hungry
(knock knock), shit lemme put out the spliff, in my nike dunny..peace

[Bigot Hitman]

Light weight, one pound, dumb loud sound wit
The bannana clip, these monkeys can't handle it
Top shaped lika fat candle stick, shit claps analysts
And smokes statistics like them fat camel spliffs
Keep this gun away, dippin wit the runaways
On the move from owners thinkin bout the funna days
What i spits the truth, duke i kid u not
Tobaco rap, tounge's black, like i licked a shot
No fun facts, material mostly guns,gats
Put one on the track, aids sprayed glass, now run that
Hardcore like bun's rap, pheens get they son's clapped
Cocaine based trophy yo.....I said i won crack
Hammers hit hands, thumbs flat, under ground methods
My face scares kids like them thunder sounds, check it
In my hood i wonder round, jus to say what's up
Atleast that's what police think but, i'm really make'in cuts
Bag a brick, break it up, like i'ma construction man
Rapper's say no homo......but still suckin fam
I jus say no polo, catch me by the way i'm bolo
Instead of balls i drop rhymes, u can say i'm romo (tony romo)
One of the best now, an i ain't even started yet
Why u still rollin cars? move so i can park my jet
I "come" fresh......like yo first time
Bhrolic but not squalid, crew do the worst crimes
Resultin in obese wallets, will never cease profits
Most of my cash's "hot", like i got flese pockets
My snow, the cheif "cop" it, he say "the best around"
Throw my uncut in the wind....it lay to rest a town
Fuck wit Big, get yo ankles broke like bryan russel's
Me an this mic is like hammers an nails....crime an hussels


Ok i wrote sumthin today, cuz obviously that last one wastoo long for anybody on the corp to read. This is brand new