I got a 38/ two glocks/ a shotgun an oohwop/ shooby doo wop/ two shots ah rock ya medula/ oblongata/ it’s nada to pop wit da ruga/ make it hotta then lava/ an I promise I’ma school ya/ (pause) when it come to this/ hard knock academy shit/ call em ya majesty and i’ma be ya tutor/ heart made ah stone like I was looking at medusa/ it was hard to make to make to home but when I did I took my shoes off/ we getting money what type of shit is you on/ I keep a rocket like my name was Jimmy neutron/ went from killaz in the yukon/ (pause). to back in the maybach/ scatt in my lap/ like pass the grey poupon/. I got da bubble gutz rappers bouta get pooped on/ flow top dolla not eligible fa Groupon/ it’s Joey gweedo bitch/ (pause) an boy was you wrong/ I tried ta tell em but they sleepin/ futon!!!
Don’t talk to me 4xs I been the nigga that these broke bitches gone talk about I’m getting figures But they still couldn’t figure me out Goals I been running thru trust me imma knock em down Bitty on my top but she got too much uh Eh Don’t talk to me 4xs State on state I know I need payments Never late But trust me I’m moving lately 4-5 bitches just waiting on me to take it I got sum for each one Go head Just bust it baby Don’t talk to me 4xs I was think sum like this or a 215 cyph will pop on this
Outta my head a Fossil/how I can take it back old as an apostle/childhood wasn't soo awesome tho/colossal amounts of ammo me,Kendrick,and Marshall/handing out bar classes,we giving out no passes vato/mission is tainted possible aiming got yo/antennas stuck to the words/apprehended by Verse/Second to burst,mouth weapons she thirst,bad for me/Succubus come clutching this piece I call her Valkyrie/-DIIVERSECITY
I’m just tryna keep on Keepin on my ps and qs, Pause for a moment imma keep up all the neighbors too, So much loud you would have thought it was a wiz show, So many things in life make me wish for a pistol, Keep pushing my patience it stay diminishing, Keep pushing through the pain with medications they’re administering, Vision blurring tryna drive home, I barely sleep at all, Barely feel like I’m in the room, Disconnecting from reality like every damn day, Only way that I can make it through, be somewhat okay, I stay running from those devils on my shoulder that keep tryna tell me everyday my life is surely over, It ain’t over till I say it’s over, ain’t over the hill, just over all of the bullshit if I’m tryna keep it real, If you wanna check the record you gone have to break the seal, I seal most of my thoughts inside my mental, yet still, They keep slipping through the cracks spewing negative interactions, Try to fix it all up with my golden heart and some passion, Not everybodies meant to stay, Some are meant to stay away and force your heart to break, Others meant to push you into places you have never been, I won’t ever forget who has come and gone and what we did, But lately it weighs down on the soul, And lately I’ve been trying hard to pay off the toll…
Chief rocker, since I first learned to speak proper-ly They got me like Rocky in that meat locker Sun is gone, sky ever darkening with each saga Still I dig deep and I don't sleep until I reach lava When tape decks were eating up and spitting out cassettes I was king of cyphers, live shows without connects Now the pen dance is Rembrandt, DaVinci with the alphabet Wordplay of Hemmingway, the subtext of Malcolm X It'll take a couple decades for them to see my frame of mind These Instagram killers snapping pictures of their gang signs At the same time, the funeral songs get played often Caution, they lay us in graves for jaywalking Like them World Star n--gas had em' thinkin' we all ignant And bore false witness to the struggle that we all lived in They don't mention lawyer visits after you're tossed in prison Caught up in the jaws of the system, we fall victim I am the voice of the forgotten who plot suicide in diaries A live wire until fighting fire with fire tired me
@@EPIKTHEDAWN2 The accoustic made me stare at that mic I hung up decades ago for far too long. And this is from a person who started listening to variations of boom-bap in 1988. Your sound is capable of transcendence, sir. They will know soon enough.
