Discussion in 'Cypher' started by barnizzle, Mar 21, 2008.
good shit cadet
Beat: T.I.- No Matter What
Looking back at the times, eyes scrolling over my rhymes
I come to find that I'm confined in my childhood's prime
Viewing my immaturity through the pages where I engaged in
Looking at my sisters as tricks, sluts, and bitches
Reflected on the days I stayed gutter, 'til I climbed out
The tunnels, so fresh and so clean am I now
Dusted the contacts, and now clear is my conscience
Up until I run head first into nonsense
I talk to God, wit all the stress of the universe
But it's a shame it takes pain for me to get through to ya
I bet you know the reasons why I'm fucked in the head
But instead, I brush it off and make my bread
And save up when the day comes to gather my meals
Broke and still in the hood, trust me, that is real
Passin' by the voices travelin' out the mouth that attack
The fact I'm talented, cause to them I'm black......
^^^ one verse off my upcoming version of "No Matter What", look for the audio soon.
FUCK y'all Hannah Montana bitch ass niqqaz...
Its dark and hell is hot, bitch niqqaz know the shells is hot
Wheneva the hell we drop ya CD's get left on the shelf to rot
(What!?) Yeah we pushin' hard breathin' down ya neck
Don't talk that shit ´less a release date for ya album's set
Smilez, niqqa I hate playin' around, catch em sprayin' em down
Like that Kim K. tape leave ya stiff laid on the ground
We poppin', out here in the O niqqaz know what we made of
Southstar (Whattup) hit em up with that .8 slug (Brrrrrrrat!)
The hardest in the booth, you got it comin' the rawest from us two
Smilez & Southstar, you know it hits harder than the truth..
Let me GET ON with the program, me n the devil GET OFF on this slow jam
set the SHIT OFF and y'all ho manz get RIPPED OFF with the whole scam
Its the blue goonz, only among ya'll to have studio made vids on youtube
Respect the grind, 10 years been doin' it since 50 was called Boo Boo
Kept doin' it even when the same niqqa was like don't shoot, shoot (WHOA!)
Yeah Im asian but I got a lifetime pass in the ghetto
Im rick ross in the O, I'll have fuck niqqaz cut ya ass with stilettos
Don't even try it, I'll hack into ya life like these 4Channed niqqaz (HAHAHA)
Southstar spit it for canned niqqaz, cop the mixtape ya whore damned niqqa
HAHAHAHAHA we on ya bitch ass like flies on shit muthafucker
you niggaz are garbage
still no label eh??? i doubt its even them to begin with.
Celebri-ty pop star, hoodstar, what it' do! (What it do bitch!)
Obama Killa, Bush's niqqaz yeah we'll slaughter you
With ya mommas, baby mommas n ya daughters, too (SOUTHSTAR!!!)
Yeah its raw boy, so uncut boy how ya love it?
Joyful being on top, boy? 'Star uh shoot ya the fuck up OFF IT!
(FUCK BOY!) we V.I.P, on some nose candy shit
We so family with Lindsay Lohan on that T.I.P (*SNIFF*)
Clubbin', Ibiza, Berlin, we livin' the life, rich n famous
We at Studio 54, pourin' bricks on tables
No straws, only hundred dollar bills, we on some A grade shit (*SNIFF*)
Smilez & Southstar get the parties poppin'
Chargin' 50 G's each just to show up on some hip hop shit
Hit the airport, tourin' in every state, circlin' the globe
Raw fuckin' groupies, we stay reimbursin' on our jobs (ZHOOOOO!)
So keep hatin' on a couple a young niqqaz from the O
Who did make it... fuck ya punk niqqaz who stay broke.... (HAHAHAH!)
Word on the street is ya niqqaz stay missin'.... I mean where y'all at?
Raisin' goats in Wisconsin, niqqa get the fuck out my face!
I mean I don't wanna disrespect our fanbase out there but forreal y'all not touchin' us, we be at the 2 million dollar studio high off the purest....
Y'all stay at ya momma's porch burnin' that cheap dirt grass they sold u for weed.... Keep savin' yo pennys niqqa maybe some day you'll afford a nice shirt or sumthin bitches,ZHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
See lames I know you go south on a want to be star
Why you perp “n” like you an idol -nicca by far-
you and you sidekick are one in the same- punk ass nobodies
dressed Ronald McDonald you a Madonna
I know you dreamt you be somebody stunna
This fool got a split personality
ain’t you from the far East of this country
shouldn’t your name read Chinese dummy
And who you gunning down nicca
Who running from you clowns nicca
I aint see you on the news for pulling the trigger
I rap about pulling the trigger because I really did nicca
Smilez and Southstar wanna be T.I. niccaz
publicity stunting ass niccaz I’m shutting y’all down..
Niccaz it’s SIXFTGROUND leaving you were I lounge -E-Z
I pop back up above the ground just to pimp smack wanna beeeez..
Like you perp “n” ass clowns -see me -I be the flood flooding your mic
Leave your vocal acoustics sounding like Rosanne Barr on the mic
Yeah who feeling the pressure now hommie
You wanna be Nasir bin olu dara Jones don’t you…hommie please..
And I know SOUTHSTAR and SMILEZ would be ashamed of how
They name getting slandered and misused…
Man I’m out.. last I’m say about this..One
this shit aint ever over, hardly ever sober
thinking you could get over,
you better bow before jehova
a cold shoulder, full closure what i'll show ya
Yall posers, I expose ya
Round ya troops and soilders
before ya smoked like dozier
Yeah put out a single, shit wont make the cut
I got a mean flow like a bitch on period but,
Whatever I throw will touch ya sidekick
fuck a psychic, a sidekick I do this solo
put you in a chokehold Im doing this for dolo
If you dont know by now Im a west coast general
you couldnt see me 20/20 peripheral
with garbage material nonsense regardless i'll put a end to you
all of ya 2 fans can bury u under a garden to remember you
Real Talk Hommie!
MIX TAPE IS HOT HOMMIE...
ALways Enjoy your spitz fam..Keep doing it hommie..keep doing it...One
truth come to light so in the dark they lie
mean mugs decieve thugs in the dark they cry
show ya the script 8-1-08 solar eclipse
fore told end days u know that exist,
chalk marked graves spilled DNA on his kicks
nigga caught like 5
plain faced same place that the narcs stay by
young niggaz spark they lah witta hawk by thigh
cuz in the park sometimes
a couple of victims lost they lives
2 many jack napiers niggaz lost they minds
pill poppin and OD'n them demons told'em a lie
can't survive in dark what cold days and times
diggin with two shovels..
Touch'll crush tectonic crust to rubble..
as the subtleties run under the dynamics of puddles..
and stretch the hour longer than the next line that struggles..
with cables roped around this ghost town..
i'd complete the circuitry,
but it's too cold and the power source is froze now..
with angels thrown down to the ground
of thorned halos..landing where the sound..
of defeathered wings are heard..
just to let the heavenly know how herb's get MERKED...
janitor blessin the thread
Its ESKIMO back on the block, back on the streets
Back with a glock.. blasting at peeps
You know how we get down
You know how we blast rounds
One shot at ya skull
Aim it and pull
never been 1 to waste rhymes leave cats shocked like tazer lines
im straight wit mine im goin in u can stay in line
spill raps like the guts of the gar i peeled back
my filler always light n fluffy smells beautiful when i lite it
trust me feelin real lovely jus call me bugsy
so high this a space jam u might see mugsy
its been a minute since change
i stay defendin my reign, i'm
an intelligent gentleman but i, flip if i stray
i still got some shit on on my brain
that i, try hard to cover the pain
too bad it aint better restrained
i, cope better if i sit and explain
angelic features big faced..i should..
give an understandin of blood in my veins
well my, great great grandfather was enslaved
great grandmother was half indian made...
as i weigh in, on todays sin, we still livin in chains
but now its mental,
i vent pain on instrumentals that play
seein obama speak to a crowd in berlin over 200k,
amazed that in 4 months history's made...
but history repeats, they say
if he's the jfk of today, i pray that he dont get slain
but the, KKK only want they way...
them niggaz hate change, burnt crosses in jesus name
no matter the front displayed its always a race thing..
that's why i stay...focused and blunted
wish crooked cops quit pullin me over for nothin
i wish, white folks aint look at me funny
i wish these dumb hoes stop takin peace from me
money, make the world go round
i know now that shit wont spin if u bummy...
too many rumor mills iced out grills and stuntin..
whooo flames barnizzle
good lookin out
i'm blackout before i step out
ok peep it..........
family matters got me growin pains
what thee roll is the jane its calmin thy brain
what he, flow is the same as heroin thru veins
not that i need it the reasons hard to explain, since
you dont know my name its no sense in mentionin'
his 2 cents he, 2 complex for you simpletons
i learned from baby mommas, stay wit rubbers like michelen
salary altered gotta, provide for my daughter i'm visitin'
aint nothin change and statistics reflectin the image and
i reck'n if i was in a position to change i'd give effort
they hidin whats major truth aint a media favorite
cynical shit slanderin names look at tip and vick
its been a minute and life been a bitch
obama wanna be a, leader but either...didnt give a shit
or, he's our foes secret weapon, no protestin
we gotta beat'em at they own profession
creatin, chaos by order and vice versa
i'm stressin..if u, readin my bars view at ya own discretion
u could get arrested for possession...
consumed in the cool wantin a lexus and cant pay the electric
and i'd still bone in the dark, light come from the blunt when it spark it
perfection go thru multiple depressions, sadistically reckless
outkasted aquemini, since day one i was drained from, realitys hug
age nine, seen my first raised gun folks said i'd be in a grave as a youngin
but the good die that, so i stayed in sum'n
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