Flesh and blood annoying me my drugs need to be potent.. tired of being they yes man yes man i need to be bogus. peep the envy i notice until favors requested no turning back too much hatred invested finesse it, capture bad vibes and let Satan ingest it.. ridin' in a old school the tape in the deck i'm from the old school daytons impressive these lil niggas murder shit show over close the curtains. drinking out the bottle hard to swallow all my burdens. maybe one day i will flourish, my vibe gone lost potential this instrumental encourage my mind gone, took my talent for granted could've capitalized, vodka and pomegranate keep me slanted cutting ties with the guys who eventually vanish dead souls bed cold i miss my lil baby head hurt dead wrong i tortured my lady too many problems. acting like she cause em' took my money and flexed it you could see the agression i kept it real from the start these people lying tho..............
Reign on my parade? You'd need the crown for that first Critics in the stands grillin' me like I'm the worst Like I'm the one getting money while disrespecting their turf Last I checked, we all share the same planet Earth, no? It ain't hurtful, I just kicked the squares from my circle I eat these pussies like I'm feeding on their mothers' birthholes Peep the universe, all the way down is turtles That's what I realize as I sit and let the herb blow In my journal, I pen the wickedest thoughts Demons rise from each page, grin and spring forth My mind shines like the Aurora Borealis in the North Or a mother's eyes as her son's sentenced up in court What's the verdict? Either guilty or court adjourned For every lesson experienced you either ignored it or you learned Way too unperturbed, by these rappers beneath my tier False Evidence Appearing Real, is the literal make up of FEAR
Hard to put my pride to rest, until i die i guess. to obsessed with murder and money it seems. like a dream death calling me, i can hear the screams. I know he wish he didn't slip up heard threw the vine that he died Slit his throat did he get the hiccups. I'm divine, no need to spill the wine on her c cups. too many secrets exposed one love X's & O's. i been told i'm the freshest with codes competition corrode lessons revered protection on my dresser be professional when addressing the kid undressing her caressing her titties then bless her with fifties. you could play with the pussy i don't touch it i just fuck it. and lay in the pussy my momma stay praying for pussies you take his side you could lay with the pussy dig a grave blow your brain and decay with the pussy i'm hall of fame why you ballin' on rookie i manipulate the fortune in my cookie - hearing voices in my head a lot of ghost up in my bed, room maybe i'll be dead, soon, it's not a curse to me the sweet sound of death is a nursery almost died plenty times time to meet the reaper again it's our anniversary!
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lol,.. i'm,.. actually,.. listening,.. to Erykah Badu,.. as i write this,../ i, might just,.. your,.. silence,.. your highness,...// off,.. with,.. his,.. head,.. got,.. me,.. caught up in,.. the,.. feds,../ did,.. you heard,.. what,.. i said? i eat wack rappers,.. like 'Lemonheads'// this,.. person,.. on,.. Tinder said,.. that,... i,.. was,.. interested,.. in,.. killing dead,../ those,.. that,.. go,.. elsewhere,.. my,.. shelfware,.. got healthcare,..// solitaire,.. subconcious stare,.. til my eyes are glare,../ never red,.. i don't smoke,.. i,.. prevoke,.. insult,.. your, insults, and kinfolks,..// no,.. thin,.. jokes,.. my,.. pen,.. smoke... within,.. folks,.../ catapults,.. to,.. higher heights,.. i'm,... wired tight,...// in,.. fire fights,.. i'm,.. hella hype,.. excell with bikes,.. hit you with spikes,...// bizkit,.. first,.. name,.. kit,.. k.i.t.,.. rock,... your body,.../ practicing,.. karate,.. or ka-razy,.. blow,.. like.. m80's,... both my eyes is lazy,.. walk,.. around in,.. hazy,..// landscapes,.. this,.. man,.. great,.. i mandate,.. with man-capes,.../ set,.. you hella straight,.. verbally,.. i contemplate,.../ shake like... a 8.8,.. on tectonic plates,.. before a date,..// : )
lol,.. at,.. work today,.. i,.. washed,.. about,.. 6 or 7 pots,../ big ones,.. too,.. about,.. the,.. size, of tree stops,..// i, mean,.. stumps,.. i get crunk,.. nickel bag of funk,../ you can smell like a skunk,.. rhymes old school just like Art Monk// from the Jets,.. tourettes no regrets,.. no time for cigarrettes,../ about,.. as,.. ill as this brotha gets,.. it,.. seems like no one'll ever forget,..// when,.. i,.. rhyme,.. in due time,.. addicted to crime,../ like the graffiti crew,.. kit bizkit,.. coming up after you,..// best kept secret,.. indeed peep it,.. n2deep with,../ this new type of character,.. rhymes that embarass ya,..// 123,.. : )
A Prodigy at causing Havoc, I spit berzerk Cats claim they put in work, but it's from TaskRabbit LOL, so silly, tricks are for kids I give you food for thought that'll stick to ya ribs Good energy, and good tidings is what I come baring But cross me? You'll be on your back; up at the sky you'll be staring No fear in, this individual, who raps elitist A fuckin' genius, how I get girls to suck on my penis While ya'll still trickin' on a scoop a hoe mission A bad chiropractor is how I blow backs outta position I'm on that carry on tradition, while the youth slippin' They sippin', and mumblin' in their spittin' No writtens, and damn, you could tell the difference No wonder they nice at Twitter but fucked in rap business I'm servin' these punks, the nerve of these chumps I'll burn 'em all, leave 'em scarred with third degree bumps
lol,.. i, leave mc's tongue tied,.. they a bunch of young guys,../ marty mcfly,.. i wave at mc's,.. goodbye,..// rhyme, schemes unstoppable,.. unchoppable,../ making you stop, drop & roll,.. verbally, taking a toll,..// bizkit,.. never 'losen control',.. like it was, the graffiti crew,../ unbelievable,.. spitting inconcievable,.. golden retrievable,..// gotta id a few,.. wanna be mc's,.. until the clips empty,../ it's, me simply,.. speaking kind of 'frenchly',..// from,.. here to cincy,.. a middle finger and the pinky,../ verbally sun-drenching,.. unstoppably inventing,..// this,.. new stamina,.. in front of amatuers,../ and in front of cameras,.. the way i'll damage-ya,..// be some shit niggas,.. never seen before,../ put you in the, 'figure-four',.. verbally i trigger more,..// styles and forecasts,.. burn like,.. 'backdraft',../ grow a mustache,.. break mc's like wine glass,..// check how i,.. redefine class,.. like a hourglass,../ bend mc's in half,.. miller genuine draft,..// teddy pendergrass,.. kit gentle but i'm gassed,../ and i came to shit on ya'll after i take off my cast,..// : )
lol,.. boomerang,.. australia,.. constantly telling ya,../ that,.. you got enemies black-mailing ya,..// out of character,.. style embarass ya,.. until you see it,../ never acting conceited,.. yes, indeed best believe it,.. as i proceed with,..// new, styles and staminas,.. in front of amateurs, and plus they they cameras,../ the way,.. i'll damage ya,..// be some whole full-clip,.. picking the tulip,../ making sure i'm sure with,.. and im pure with,..// what you see in front of ya,.. of course i'm gunning ya,../ constantly running ya,.. up out the cipher,.. i got it popping now,..// why,.. you walking around with a frown? like a young clown,../ this is how i get down,.. 100 % legit, sound,..// that, you be,.. absorbing,.. got ya man camcording,../ and i'm paying my landlord and,.. transforming,..// something you never seen, before,.. ill raw to the, core,../ from here,.. to singapore,.. the,.. man,. you total adore,..// 4-door,.. lyrical,.. warlord,.. cut you niggas, prolly with a sword,../ living kinda poor,.. unfortunately,.. giving,.. you truancy,..// brand, new mc,.. kit bizkit,.. beautifly,../,.. : )
lol,.. i,.. freestyle,.. and,.. can't none you niggas match me,../ leaving you niggas yellower than a muhfuckin' taxi,..// and more redder than a 'maxi',.. verbally i'm impacting,../ this,.. shit you never seen,.. rip you, your man and team,..// it's,.. like,.. ya'll living a dream,.. haven't you seen,.. in between the seams,../ kit bizkit,.. the mean,.. burn like fire and gasoline,..// : )
lol,.. i,.. ain't,. quitting,.. you just gotta get use to me,../ or do like a bitch ass facebooker trying to 'block' or 'unfriend' a g,..// kit bizkit infinity,.. ya'll cannot hinder me,.. at,.. all,.. burn like alcohol,../ come, back for a curtain call,.. verbally i'm serving all,..// : )
I was birthed to ball, guns no Nerf at all Ya'll the type to look for chicks when you circle malls So pathetic, rhymes connect with minds kinetic More guns than Charles Bronson while you got a death wish Money's my fetish, the smell I savor and relish Extort crews when I'm feeling a bit peckish Slide cards no debit, nice cars forever Bars for whether, or not you plot or you just fairweather Plus too clever, if you knew better you'd do better Can't wash the blood out from my blue sweater Gaming systems, no Playstation, listen My aim is to position, my name into admission... As one of the greats in the halls of the exalted And I need all ya'll heads bowed down fortwith Of course its, the Alpha and Omega, Ming the Merciless Laughing as you live out a life that's purposeless Burn like salt in open flesh, live with no regrets You can't control the best, the one that totes the teks Known to smoke the sess, spit poems until the death...
lol,.. rampartJUiCE community center,.. every saturday i relay,../ verbally baton pass taking off just like a speedway,..// put,.. these,.. rhymes here,.. upon replay,.. if you possibly can do that,../ make you hold your breath until,.. your 'blue & black',.. i spew facts,..// that,.. haven't been heard, before,.. / every word is raw,.. got you heading outside of the door,..// how i'm living? mad poor,.. i'm,.. just getting by,../ look you in the,.. eye,.. i'm not a spy,.. bust like the '4th of July',..// this 'American Pie',.. fly guy,.. 'why as why?',../ verbally i baptize mc's,.. and give them a black eye,..// nah,.. i'm just playing,.. verbally i'm displaying,../ emceeing or deejaying,.. k.i.t. ain't playing,..// been at 'scratch academy',.. i'm like the mad hatter g,../ with many tricks of the trade, to have the haters,.. coming after me,..// verbally,.. i flatten thee,.. with,.. the passion to mc,../ until, the clip is empty,.. bobby brown and whitney,..// k.i.t. evicting,.. ya whole style and stamina,../ 'come clean' like Damaja,.. the way that i'll manhandle ya,..// i mean the way i candle the,.. keep a little flame burning,../ obviously the one ya yearning,.. while the rest are like 'Pee Wee Herman',..// : )
lol,.. came, here,.. with a letter to say,.. locked like Pelican Bay,../ predicted to win my 3rd championship in a row like the hoop team in the Bay,..// i'm,.. talking, about Oakland,.. my rhyme schemes,.. you quoting,../ looking at you like, 'what you smoking?',.. beat me?,.. you must be joking,..// your,.. girl,.. i'm,.. not,.. poking,.. i,.. got too many babies,../ a,. bunch of wannabe rappers infected with rabies,..// basically,.. i'm,.. crazy,... my,.. mind needs it's,.. medicine,../ spit,.. 'wise intelligent',.. your rhymes are irrelevant,.. negligent,.. to anything that's pepper scent,..// smell good like peppermint,.. i came,.. here with a clear as intent,../ to,.. leave,.. the map with a permanent print,..// didn't graduate,.. 'junior high school',.. they just pushed me on,../ rap 'Don Corleone',.. in,.. the sky just like a air drone,..// basically,.. on microphones,.. k.i.t. is unmatched,../ hold,.. it down,.. like,.. a door latch,.. one of the best ever perhaps,..// the,.. 808,.. and hand,.. claps,.. sound, like a Roger Troutman, track,../ dope,.. like,.. viles a crack,.. when,.. i step up to bat,..//
lol,.. 9 x 10 equal 90,../ back in that decade of Hip Hop,.. you can find me,..// i, don't listen to trap,.. or, chicks trying to shake that,../ trying to take my money,.. what,.. you think i accept that?// you must be dead wrong,.. like that what's his name song,../ yep,.. my word is bond going strong like marathon's,..// until a different song is on,../ this,.. is,.. my journey,.. on & on,..// : )
On and on this world turn will it ever stop? Forever not, an option i'm in the dark shadow boxin' Helicopters overhead, the whispers of doom i overhear Cops rushing in homes should we as men live in fear? They might do that over there but i'm standing strong Even when situations sticky, like a honeycomb, clearly Can't win the war without resources so make sure your money long Now carry on, or tag along with me on this bumpy road Where we, Live by the sword protect yourself buy what you can afford You can ignore, Signs that, flash in your face you must be from a nicer place Where i'm from bullets aim at your pores blood pour on the floor, it's a violent place And i'm sick of my race but what can i do it's either me or you , and i can't conform Destined for dirty deeds from the day i was born, with out my arms i can't perform Keep em' by my side until the temperature rise keeping one eye on the thermometer The other on the speedometer cause things could go 0 to 100 in the blink of an eye You would think i had a lazy eye, the same crazy guy high all the time with these red eyes Nothing changed much, just writing this story for you to read before your bed time Stuck in this web i, can't seem to find a way out i'll slit my throat before i pray my way out How, can i get on a better path when i was given nothin' all i know is robbin' stealin' killin' i'm disgusting I 'm disgusted with myself these words making me puke till i'm blue in the face telling the devil to put up his dukes Truth, be told, i separated from my roots to find a more appealing lifestyle was tired of running through that maze to many days walking in loops
The battery in my back's powered by solar energy Which makes me an android-like type entity To combat the days of ever-upgrading weaponry 'Til we evolve to communicate through telepathy I spit on whoever has the temerity To dare test their lives as becoming my enemy Ya best to wake up from ya silly dreams of ending me Because Energy Never Dies...there is no END to me Got Hip Hop in my double helix so you could feel this Ancient wisdom, so every line I spit feels like a remix I visited monks in mountains, told 'em teach this No wonder why wise men ever since got deep quips I'm way beyond ever droppin' a street diss Cuz cats could never understand how my speech twists...
I'm living in a solar eclipse without a shadow i battle, enemies eat clips pistol grip on shotguns murder one weapons exposed holes in your clothes ho's shaking ass for tips the only tip they get is the tip of my dick snitches sending tips to authorities regarding my clique fuck em all pardon my french i stand right above a pussy like a clit open fire like i'm from Brazil record the kill it's real hover over landmines on this battle field it's hot in here standing by the fan dropping tears popping pills curbing my hunger deep in the slums yeah skin complexion look like Uganda biting my tongue to avoid altercations you call it pussy i call it not catching murder cases don't test my anger would walk away rather than put your mother in danger bitch i will beat her and hang her to get my point across i was never soft my attitude steer me i'm living fearless beardless standing with gorillas shaking hands with the killers on visits conversations in prison war with the opposition until they free at last to help me get rid of them bitches they rats with wings these niggas is pigeons hit em on Halloween masks confusing they vision
What is death? Just a passage to the other side And I hope it's at least worth all my given tithes Most people live their lives, completely in denial That we each have a moment in the future that's final We're all walking energy, so how can I have an enemy When we're all beings of atoms; what's in you's in me Life and death indeed have a beautiful synchronicity Both sides of the same coin, complete symmetry Death is just another chapter, we're all living the first one Just remember with movies the sequel ain't always the worse one I hope to see the angel of death before even the nurse come I quenched my knowledge with life, death don't mean my thirst's done
I spit til the mic's irreparable Ya'll gon' recite each line like a Jesus parable Don't dare move against me, cuz I'm irascible Ya crew pales in comparison to mine, ya laughable I'm sorry you and ya girl so incompatible Maybe cuz my pimp game is just too powerful I suggest you step off, dog, try to power through Soon as ya chick met me she gave up the Power U Man vs mouse is how this shit'll turn out I'mma spit til the fucking sun just burns out I'm that dude I'm sure that ya heart 'bout Too late because ya played yaself and went the herb route A different being, I know ya can't believe what you're seeing I assure you, dog, you are not dreaming In life ya got to live it out til you understand the meaning STFU, bruh...the BS you keep repeating...!
