Give me your honest opion
Riddle me this
how come every time you piss you be sittin down like you was a miss
talkin shit bout me will hurt you like sqeezin on a cyst
and I reminese about the ryms that i spit
i be killin so manny rappers you would i had a hit list
at the top of your wish list is the hope i don't wreck
with ryms so dirty the health department won't inspect this
i infect this track with somethin stronger than steriods
with ryms so hard they be busten androids
Little man said show me the way so i breathed life the lessons of today
Funny thing he was a minor with a head full of gray's
he was from the home of the braves doorag covered his braids
said he was a petite hustler looking for a legit trade
came home from juvenile detention homeless without a place to stay
So i opened my doors he slept on the floor
Removed some clothes from my dresser and gave him two drawers
Homeboy was poor so i gave him a c-note to keep him a float
He was vibing of some songs i recorded and rhymes i wrote
blazed up some trees to toke we spoke as we smoked
He was stressing currency saying he'd rather be dead than broke
Gave him a pen and paper and said think of some goals
positive, or negative you have to plan to live
Avoid those kids that will have you caught up catching bids
you could be proven guilty by association the justice system is rigged
With R.I.C.O. laws don't want to waste your life looking at walls
Son it's fine to shine and pass it on to the stars
That thug life living will have you dead or behind bars
Nothing wrong with women, jewelry, and cars
But don't make them your gods or else your not going far
These days are bizarre everybody wants to push raw or be a rap star
He kept his focus and by September he had a job and a crib
He was eating good seen him last month son the size of notorious b.i.g.
he's back in school running with a positive crew he said o.g. i owe you
i said naw you owe yourself many blessing, good health, and wealth
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
theres no fighting that everyone wants lighting
seeing past 5 can smash desire, the flame sometimes coming from nowhere
the fame to share, its all about an escape, a sedative doesnt care what you say
we stand between concentration and temptation, finding a balance see's deaths eyes
evaded, it seems sometimes that we can only move when the snow covers potholes, the crows scold the bold with hatred, im in this life for me, for you to seek, for you to speak, on a raft i'm takin dogs and cats, a man above men, I forgive rats....
"At the party when i move my body, gotta get up and BEEEEEEEESUMBODY!!!!!"
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"At the party when i move my body, gotta get up and BEEEEEEEESUMBODY!!!!!"
black mamba strikes the dagger flesh ripping like dog fights
We fog nights for my ice i was crossed and framed like Christ
Spit in your rice slug in your nikes forced to run
Moving like firetrucks evacuate the premises or the crossbow hits son
Crossfire fun with a vest hand on the handle one in your chest
Bloodied alone African village stoned french kissed with the chrome
action on the block crooked aim shots where the pork chops roam
Choked out noose tight with the bitches cock out like rooster fights
Family wars tech's in drawers those were the illmatic years
Money spent clocking my budget so coins falling out my ears
Yours wet pissed at my effects we stand vexed
Moving like rockets and electricity through sockets
Nicer than Randy Moss disagree that's a cannon cost
smoke out exhaust know your source is sauce
I'm hollow for the cause tips, and points
Blackout on every joint the style is moist
spending time surveying what I'm conveying
statistics changing as heaters flaming
heavyweight palm abundance
Crystal clear view do i appear moved?
Verse bitten by you go head snack, and chew
Money stacks the rule respect, and power
These coke heads that don't pay found face down in flour
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
yo take this and break this down for free like the state payed it
cop you a free lunch while you rake this
chicken scratch cant equal baked chicken
the h1n2, my point of view is higher like airborne disease
and deadly than swine flu
im articulate with it, rip the kickstand, and shift it
a head on collision is what im hissin'
u piss away time when im liftin
a mass heavier than ignorance
pass the deliverence
with a side of stink eye
im forgettin you even living
in color, or black and white
a stale slate, the mic carries more weight
and you aint liftin'
"At the party when i move my body, gotta get up and BEEEEEEEESUMBODY!!!!!"
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
hahah ite j.t.s
Now Breakdown tha Powder, n Make All tha Cowards..come clean..
like they Taken Hotter Showers, Wasted like i Drank Goldschlager
Those Braggers and Boasters, show there Bluff like Vegas Poker
Raise'n Souljaz that be Takin ova, tha Spaces thats Vacant Sorta..
Escapeing this Solitude, even tha most Spacious of all tha Rooms
doesn't help like a Space Station on tha Moon, Save Dead Presidents
my Swag is so Great it's like i Ate Red Peppermints
Never Quit, or Surrender Its all gonna Get Better
and if ya can't Contend With tha Contender, then Select Yer' Prefrence n Render
Foreigners gets 4.4'z For tha Loot, so Those Born In are Sworn Enemy's
like Forks are to Spoons, Scorch all da Goon's, cuz i got Sporks ya'll is Doomed
My skills punish, you untill ya grills rubbish, make ya cry like peeled onions More electrifying. Then a eels touch is, got a girl thats real luscious Eat these rappers for real like sealed lunches More bad ass than a navy seals gun is
More fly then everybody that wields luggage
Im the beer clutchin career crushin fear nothin fierce one with...sheers cuttin blood spills gushin no need to worry bout the wounds cuz u wont heal from it
Now Breakdown tha Powder, n Make All tha Cowards..come clean..
like they Taken Hotter Showers, Wasted like i Drank Goldschlager
Those Braggers and Boasters, show there Bluff like Vegas Poker
Raise'n Souljaz that be Takin ova, tha Spaces thats Vacant Sorta..
Escapeing this Solitude, even tha most Spacious of all tha Rooms
doesn't help like a Space Station on tha Moon, Save Dead Presidents
my Swag is so Great it's like i Ate Red Peppermints
Never Quit, or Surrender Its all gonna Get Better
and if ya can't Contend With tha Contender, then Select Yer' Prefrence n Render
Foreigners gets 4.4'z For tha Loot, so Those Born In are Sworn Enemy's
like Forks are to Spoons, Scorch all da Goon's, cuz i got Sporks ya'll is Doomed[/QUOTE]
Notes are notarized and publicized poetry cremates rubbish rhymes
The papers publish crimes front page fame from grind
My face is feared look of rage for years
Crews nuked the families retreat with tears
Wars with pathetic foes disciples removed their ears
Prosecutors prosecuted spots were blew big
Explosion of spewage were radiant rulers
Tree farmers smoking in sonars dis your honor
Spit at the judge flem slugs cover the rug
Cops got hit dripping in the enviornment
Badges split two days of spraying establishments
Mice infestion in the section cheese for weapons
Tuck in the one i loved no hugs just billy clubs
bloodbaths make them last wrath for you thugs
This high life like aged bottles of wine high priced
Were cranium splitters with jobs rocking mics
Unforgettable matches roller derby the dikes
Last edited by Mantra; 11-23-2009 at 11:04 AM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
you wanna flow for flow?/
betta ready to go, my rhymes defy time, with an equivalent flow/
wannabes step to me cause they don't really know/
they spit punchlines, while i spit do-si-do/
i'm animalistic on the mic when i'm pitted against other life/
i reach to grab my heat but sting away with just a knife/
it's my right, to write, to light, i shine bright like eyes up to the sky at night/
i fight to win, i never lose, your fates inevitable, i'll let you choose/
to walk away or stick around and fold your chips/
that chedder flavor, salivating, i gotta stick you with the dip
bless ya life
CONNECT LINGO YA HIT BINGO CRUNCHED UP PRINGO
STARR LIKE RINGO IT'S EVIDENT YOU LACK EVIDENCE
SMART ASS MY SEVENTH SENSE EVERY TRACK LYNCHED
WEIGHT BENCHED FOR THE WORKOUT SUSPENCE
tENSE THROUGH EVERY PRE-TENSE
u WANNA SPIT? I SPREAD-OUT THE CONFLICT
CANCELL DAYS I'M THE LIVING PHRASE
KING ON A STAGE LYRICS TIGHTER THAN BRAIDS
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
the hilarity ensues, when you copy the hip hop parody dude
the over doo of the auto tune kazoo
whistles outta the asshole of shall we say...
THOSE MUTHAFUCKAS WHO FALL FOR CLICHE's
im sick of it, i tell the world to get a grip and take it e-asy
trying to get to some smack, sex, and drugs the easy way
FUCK i raise my blood preasurre up a a couple notches
watch me boil water with out time watches
i can spit in your face like a facial or
ispit all over the audience like a lewis black special
and call it a disc, a album, or and LP
because at the end of the day, its all me
1
"At the party when i move my body, gotta get up and BEEEEEEEESUMBODY!!!!!"
Your ass cheeks raps belong in trash heaps
after i bagged your scraps you slapped contract in breach
president of the fleet impeached for being a soft peach
your style penetrated like virgin cherries
schooled with blades by this hip hop master of the culinary darts
whip spanking whip-lash then shanking
you shamed king de-throned, stoned, then stinged
should have fell back know the attack is extreme
first knuckles then beams colored red
shot out the bed slug blew off his head while his hoe gave him head
money come first we went 50/50 on the purse
you sideshow bob slob always getting robbed on the first
feel the pain in the ass shot blackout from getting stomped out by my blacktops
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
fuck yall faggot ass rappers on my sack like some ball hairs
u aint no mack aint no ball-er, u can get skeeted in like yo mom hair
u pussy gettin raped like jail, bitch ass trick u aint no male-
wit your feminine tendencies ho, your ass was made to sell-
like some crack, but u aint never been hard just white and dusty
you just a clown needin beef for your Burger, thats why u Krusty
u a cartoon BITCH, understand u gettin aired on my channel
just a lil faggot gettin mounted on the wall, but u aint no animal
bitch...
Swim wit the fishes get cha gishes dished out in trays
switch stances, camera angel dangle heads off trams couldn't ham/
raapid fire wicked press stamp check your mates
with 64 bits in your wig still could figure out who did it/
gang up bang route cha mind with fulcrum dimes passing for agents at the time mind swap aftershock territory back up your rap sucks
mental mindfield chuck a grenade at cha stupid rap brigade/
Gunfire through the wires the well protected sun sire
Man of honor until i'm a goner from karma
Stone throwing lyrics over your head
The shot blew out internal organs
Still i rose from the dead with a crown of thorns on my head
Last sighting was my birthplace a location of grace
appearing to recruits in enemy states
freedom fighter polluted sky diver
Getaway car driver made it through 360 degrees of gun fire
Face on a flier feds want my head on a platter
Can't be beaten the anger increases as i weaken
no time for sleeping the cold has my heart froze
Sun has me sweating got a warrant for repping case closed
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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