Solid Bars...

Discussion in 'Cypher' started by lazerscope, Jul 6, 2014.

  1. lazerscope

    lazerscope Member

    Jan 1, 2014
    Banged with Hope, I love trials, I'm the type to tempt Death
    For ya'll it ain't no work, like a bored temp's desk
    Overpowerin' you cowards an', I love the smell of gunpowder in...
    The morning while you yawning, my crew run in the room while you showerin'
    The owe-backs they showering, you best to get to acknowledgin', like
    The Olmecs weren't just some Old Mex, they were black men with knowledge then!
    After me, it's gonna look like you got collagen
    When ya peep ya whole body's make-up under a halogen
    See me and keep swallowing, cuz you know what's following
    No tomorrows for you, dog, and no more time to be borrowing
    Lauded in, the halls of notoriety, shoulder rubs with high society
    The compliments and praises stole my sobriety
    Peeped you wholly denying me, ya intellectual bribery
    Can't "work" with me when I'm giving it...See the irony?
    Plus stop lying please...Only iron on you's in ya blood
    Police use clubs to hit niggaz, you and ya niggaz hit the club
    You ain't conscious, of the causes that got ya people fallen, forgotten
    Hence ya soul should go to a place where you're tormented, rotten
    So while Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers like shit was poppin'
    The Trans-Atlantic trade made brave braves into slaves to save on picking cotton
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