I'll note everyone. We're making a posse cut.
I'll note everyone. We're making a posse cut.
yo shizz i think next project should be like a Section 9 anthem, you know like Wu got protect ya neck, and Section 9 got ...... , we need that track kids willl go "yo remember that shit , shit was a legacy"
Bronze Feet / beautifulrock
Border Jumpers
Border jumpers,
two old friends from neighboring countries
Catering to the wants of the neighborhood junkies
turning kids into flunkies
some turn drunkies,
making big time moves,
for big time money,
drug crimes with nothing too lose,
something too prove
the kids lives stuck to the crews,
buck over shoes
They represent from the Foxwoods of Kinetic-cut
to the home of the Forest City,
also known as London,
Ontario,
unusual characters thru the community
They blew up fast
took on the game with impunity
They jumped Borders
They jumped Cracks
They jumped Jacks
They were the leaders of the Yaes, the trees, the smacks
one phone call,
to make one connection,
two men striving for perfection
from border to border,
they start plans of a new societal order
they flipped dimes of trees
before they even dreamt of keys
back when the cliques
roamed in packs of twos and threes
plottin bigger schemes,
to achieve heavy cream
and they'd do anything to bring about these dreams
from small cons
shmoozing dons
money laundering
cartel bonds
any cash will do is the motto that they stuck to
instilled with honour and loyalty,
trust and respect,
building themselves into royalty
slowly gaining control in the industry,
showing no person,
no mercy
no trial
no jury
all the while trying to avoid where the hearse be
They jumped borders
They jumped Blocks
They jumped rocks
They were controllers of fiends, dealers and cops
As time went by,
they got big and dumped their middle man
and came up with a new intricate plan
payed by PO boxes to conceal their faces
started shipping product from many different places
a new clientele was the basis,
together nameless rival crews were wasted
they erased em'
the bones of many souls
rot in unseen basements
every source of money
best believe they cased it
briefcased it,
so much cream to launder
started business endeavors,
nobody would wonder
meanwhile, the more treasure they plunder
more and more lives
are torn asunder
from ghetto to ghetto
block to block
from hand to hand
rock to rock
from CT to OT
land to land
from face to face
man to man
The jumped borders
They jumped stools
They jumped Fools
They used everybody as their pawns and tools
Now they big time,
rockin' the heaviest jewels
hands dipped in a casino or two,
illegal to legit
they viewed nobody could fuck with it
and with arrogance
drew backward anonymity
the hustle is a dance
watch your steps and know your enemy
friends are few and they come a' plenty,
i got your front so watch my back
we can pile these stacks,
and leave with a golden legacy
but lack of patience
breeds a pestilence
feeding off greedy thirst
ignoring testaments
gold and diamonds blinding
bad ingredients
coppers flashlights shining
into an avalanche
They Jumped Borders
They jumped Jails
They Jumped Bails
They were Kings of the trade but all Kings eventually fail
Untouchable was still the mind state,
shipping drugs in crates
snatchin' up young chicks,
makin' em jail bait
Both known for being slick,
pick the wrong bitch too quick
seems she couldn't seal her lips,
pimps and pushers alike
knew she'd snitch,
switch tricks,
now she feeding info to the DEA and shit,
never did they bother,
or care to see,
minds too cloudy from abundance of trees,
no plans to flee,
not giving a fuck
still restin' where they be,
to them shit was going easy
but power plus power U
these things all cloud you
the judgment of a vixen
envious, turning on two
to the hands of an enemy
looking to fill space
left by two kingpins
quickly being erased
safe and secure?
Man, that shit is HARD to find
in a world where the next man
needs to have his shine
You can't gamble on life
against the powers that be
cuz all you get is LIFE
freedom is history
But these two had no intentions
of going out slowly
"getting locked up
and having somebody own me"
was the worst nightmare
they'd rather take death
go in a hail of gunfire
when no options are left
They jumped borders
He's not just the 9th member anymore folks
great collabo^^
rymes complimented each other perfectly.
that was heat rocks man damn y'all went back n forth wow niceness
thanks yall , props to Brock for throwin this together, really liked the back and forth style
check yall in the new HQ
^^ Mad shyt ya both..
Shyt, this thread is groundbreaking...
P.E.A.C.E.
"Section 9 so ill, the delivery pays medical bills"
yo so what's poppin' shizzah 4 the next project......................i was thinking either a "Mr. Sandman" type of joint or possiblely something like "UZI" we gotta have a hook though 4 it or even "Rules" type of joint
Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 10-12-2008 at 06:06 PM.
Set me up for this one, last collab was a halloween bag.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Yo J.T.S. how come you haven't showed your face at HQ ?
HQ????? Can't lie though only time online is at work
At home my queen and older daughter got my computer on lock!
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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