Shyt, I've been listening to this beat for 10 minutes. Not even rapping or nothing, just listening to the beat. lol. I've been dying to hear this all day.
RZA is a great influence on both rappers and producers. I used to make beats and I think I picked up a bit of his drum style. Very little bit, not saying my shit sounds like his or anything like that.
Apocalyptic bars,lines bitches n cars,tryna stay optimistic when I'm a guppy surrounded by sharks,do you I'm the shit like doo doo,I'm coo coo red devil sittin on the blue moon,blues clues used to be this cats favorite cartoon
1 2 3, come and follow upon me, cause i do, yes i do, murder any foo, who thinks they can prove, so i write about you, and ill fool you, until your through too or if you had two flows better than mine, then ill let you shine, but your wack, so pack up and leave, you might have cars but you'll never have bars like me, and fuck a devil cause im a rebel, and if you cant handle then go listen to heavy metal, you talk about blues clues and your favorite cartoons, your flow is like a kid who has just lost his balloon, the apocalypse has now begun so forever be gone, and i bet youll probably leave by the end of this song, so im replying in order to keep it moving, so stop screwing and write something thats worth booing...
yo - an education- teach is the obligation- i stand before gods creation- an I awake the nation- why have we allowed ourselves to be lied to- cant open our eyes as much as we try to dont hide- an god will find you- behold the truth- unfolded by the mistro- i soak the energy like pyramids in Giza- an i disperse it all to the mass as i speak up-
Masters of the arts , blackbelts derived from the martials, the purest forms, its almost impossible for me to run out of cargo, I cut you into marble, now you all scared and startled, watch me conquer, take over the harvest, people are starving, while underneath the earths survace, erupting like lava. That Pompeii type furnace lit, not seen with a surveillance camera. Im just a southbay kid, forget what you think you heard of, it's probobly not your language. You got the yayo thun, I always remember the prices, i grab ahold of you like ancient vice grips, electrical harness without stripping insulations. I steel the copper from the mine's source, bag it up, slang it to your neighbors, at twice the rate, bring back sweatshops, unseen to the West Coast. Highly violent smoking that shwamp, i bring extentions, eventually addicts will relapse. I flow better off the top of the dome, forget these weak ass written ryhmes, id prefer watching weed grow on vines, circumcised yourself with pliers. Head full of nitrus, highly explosive, but was extinguished by cyclones. Demolished partial images, like various documents where very important signitures, that were put down written I'm Kung Fu kicking, while I'm blocking and juke in, and lots of confliction,walking off the job, which probably made it look all confusing, Dropped the homie off delivered like carrier pidgeon, then took a couple of grams out, so I could hook up my ninjas. You know how we rolling, swooping up funds at the pilgrimage, I ain't even running. Multiple heataz to choose from, chilling with these bitches mean mugging, they raw tho, chugging brew, always be smoking on something, I be right back Inna few yo. Then we continue the function, I always love getting all of this money, and im constantly adding to my bundle. never stay hungry, rise above the influence all evil, negativity, insufficient memories, but my ability to always stand up, stay one step ahead of, the henchman its probably why I'm still here today. My worth and my value adds up to all my credentials, my credit line is here to connect you. Ladies and gentleman it's time to start up your engines, please disconnect your computers, and erase all digital footsteps, Then answer the questions, did you cancel the memberships, bottom of the inning, last of the 9th, throwing out the final pitch, Strike out. And after all that, you even lost the fat bitch. what? In the mix-up. So it's time to rise up. I'm that Cali West Coast Wu Tang whisperer. East Side San Jo, shark tank dweller. So listen to me but it might cost you hundreds of dollars.
Im frictionless. walking without problems until snitches snitch my lil bro bro mobbs the impala. i sold him some expensive kicks only for. like 40 dollars. Next time ill just. shoot it to him a brand new pair of air jordans. im always lovin this music. it opens up my mind. prepares me for the future. lets me focus in. down and dirty.ruthless. ready to shwamp it probly why. i was shady with my lighter in the 1st place. wuzzup wit a sample. i used to smoke out with a candle. take as many hits as i could. Cool it off with a damper. im off that modern warfare merking campers. on a rampage. the cannonball. the black market.. a lil discount price advantage. i build and renovate the entrence. rent it out to the homeless. straight up oldschool tenants. off that space oddessy.my generals and lieutenants roastabotching it plenty.of gods gift rolling up blunts worth twenty. A hundred dollar bill for the kinfolks and fifties for the homies. i stay mobben like kings do. Its always money over bitches. thats how my cashflows. but what ever happens happens stay humble not bashful. the past was the past. and dont let it come back to haunt you. i spit these lyrics with a passion...
My Best Buy Music Purchases Christmas Year 2002 SNL i was still living in Phoenix,Arizona don't know what hell was going on in Connecticut or North Carolina.
all yall know it's me when i whip down the block cruisin real slow wit duh bass to duh top will face me not the muzzle shot is blindin wanna quick draw well check on yuh timin yuh kno i'm rhymin with the smooth flow im rollin through dude the news is tuck yuh gold i'm takin whats mines betta check yuh size gotcha sittin stunned like whoops pow surprise
a yo i do what i gotta, ma rhymes go way harder, cause its real life and yo fear comes from ma horror, painted in beats thru out the sound, weed n 4 pounds, about a hundred n eighty rapper clowns in ma town, im the best around, ask anybody, i rip it down, like a machete fight in holysunday ground, strait underground underdog, on the brown bud, that i put in ma lungs and is like chilling at a lounge, peace.
the Phoenix, Arizona Best Buy ....my music purchases Christmas of Year 2002. FYI: JANUARY 29th,2017 TARGET DEPARTMENT STORE Orange,Connecticut , FYI the Glendale Arizona K-MART the Year 2000, that LA Dodgers Monopoly Game.
Hip hop feel Rap star fame Made a correction To correct the industry who failed I'm just counting numbers From my pencil I erase lines of the history Made a reason to find her story And all she want is more gold more money And never enough of me I can make her wish come true Til I find the uniform she supposed to put on Be the one I turn to ruin This is a place of space I need my distance Make her dead written File a trespassing on the dead I'm too alive to come alive in the night time I own the sun and the moon I won the sun and the moon Hip hop feel With a rap star frame I made their numbers feel missing Same way family members is distant I'm distance To her correction Timeslines in the headlines Of death press I squeeze juice from her Roots To make her tell her truth Until she meet all ours dues
I saw this comment months ago and it was the funniest comment I had ever scene. I'm seeing it again now and it is still the funniest comment I have ever seen.
as i walk through the valley of death, u see the clouds get darker every step, i know why, cause all of my feelings inside are crumbling up, im feeling the vibe, im feeling the rythm, i got ma mind set for demolish, ready to go 3 tectonic and vomit on the whole cruel universe, still murdering on the words, and still hittiing the herb, now come get served if u heard the mothafucking ill word, the kill word, let me get a spill in yo shirt, a red stain cause you done,you dont remain i sick in da br
PHOENIX ARIZONA, SNL YEAR 2002, METRO GARDENS ( now called BRIDGE LANES) APARTMENT 133 audio checkers, that strange monte 🌌weekend, I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH MONTE, I WASN'T INVOLVED AND( NEVER KNEW WHO MEXICAN BERNADETTE LERNER NYC) WAS REFERRING TO.
Do u see this blunt in front of you? bout to take a hit to the head, keep it with you, better off without it they said, but you keep puffin on that ganja, got the newest shit in town, colors like naranja, purple nice guy, blowin out of my nose, im gone, and i chose this life, before i lose it, ill fight, for my rights, of free speech, to smoke weed, but ima stay posted, roasted on my bed, puffin fat bowls till im dead.
search true and justice in da wise man/ 2 help god with a righteous plan/who cause severe damage 2 our clan /energy waste on da dumb and blind/devil weaponry stay away from da signs/ to comit crime/findin mor sliver from nickels and dimes
then rza told me check the method young dumb and reckless just tryna be heard, heard hes absurd with verbs make wacker rappers turn to birds glocks out they flock south buckshot mouth decipher this writer I bet you must bust out like acne this rap be the sickest shit you heard so far im so dope you so lost my vocab so bad in fact this be the aftermath for those past
travel amongst a gang of stars;a guru/ruff ryder who never wore FUBU/boo-hoo,do u...I will do me get used to/this style original under this sun..aint nothin new fool/roses really smell like poo-poo-pooh/talkin ignorant like he has his wisdom tooth pulled/Show&Prove June behind me is da crescent moon/points duece-duece yes crews thats 22/do u bishops fall this is not a Juice spoof/now asian chicks wanna kick it like Lucy Lou/crack you up like Brucey Bruce/get canned like Cambel's spoonin his soup
Digital complexed material murders beats like a serial killer raw rhyme skillers scrapin' off scrillaz Death signed to life billers who's realer iller My styles similiar draw minds from the exterior interior Brain cells sharp spark up the hottest wattage Paying homage to the blood rage paint a picture with a twelve guage seeing the industry phaze Dark candle lights seance delight spirits grow in excite cos of my ghost writes Rhyme master splitter delivering shells like a mobbing cartel thoughts swell o well sick with the spells others failed Tryna hang with the holy Grail sail My ship on the airwaves souls craves these days jam like the O'Jays sip a tangeray with the ocean spray laced beat any murder case demons come to chase heavenly gates Greatness awaits slaughter like Alexander watch me expand tha smooth black salamander tap on tracks like Jo Jo dancer
do you, my flows climbing through the roof undivided attention im neverrr lackin valid proof/ your now under my rule/ some like a pharaoh no not like willferrel
