Wake it up. It's a new day with a tooth ache.
I realized how far you've walked only by the way your shoes break
(apart). But. Barking up a tree is speaking to the leaves
Saying just the way they -drop is like dew from the... eaves-
Thought I would never have that abstraction
For impassioned poets, so-so, so I know when to ration
Foods for thought. Just listen intently
(as I) pull these schemes from the loose leaf like Bruce Lee's DYNAMIC ENTRY! scream
So me? Wake up? I'm back to sleep...
Seeking Charlie's Angles in Charlie's Chocolate Factory.
A man can dream, can't he? Plan B is under way.
Aborting haggard hymns... from way back in the dayIMEAN
Sure, classics have their place. In today.
But too many figure it is fresher than tooth paste.
The only vicious cycles I propagate are from vinyl records;
And never the chase for that cheddar.
Getting my d**k sucked by your mother
Then i ******** her in the a** with no rubber
She made me c**, when we did it in front of your brother
I just ******** her all day till she screams 'my butt hurt''
I passed her to my homies
But she came back to me like she know me
When she found out they watch star wars for obie
So she deepthroat me till i cummed on her like an O.G
Oh please, let's slow it down like codeine
Heroin fiends take hits of me 'til they OD
I take shots of the alcohol with the gold leaves
Outrageous ragers getting rolled by the police
Like I Harry Houndini'd out and dipped quick
Driving dizzy, pissed in my chipped paint Buick
In the suburbs, hitting mailboxes and curbs
Swerving and turning, I'm sick, I need a nurse
I go harder than Catholic priests on playgrounds
But the topic creator told me I shouldn't spray rounds (...okay now?)
Since 2008, things haven't been okay now
The economy got us depressed like rain clouds
I'm the prodigious product of the 1990s
The American Dream died out on 2014
Where the rich are Accepted like Blake Lively
and the War on Drugs exists, pass the morphine
The cost of living around here isn't forgiving
Minimum wage ain't raised and the prisons
Happen to escalate faster than public education
Reality shows are still dumbing us down as a nation
********, ima kill you with no gun
You know why? I don't give a ********
Yea n***a, THUG LIFE. ******** you wife
Faggots ova here like they gonna roll some dice
y'all ain't bout that, ain't ready to scrap
Your maid's all is what i'm gonna tap
She gotta fat a**, i just go 'fap fap fap'
Bury all your hatin, cuz hatred will bury ya
Learn not to talk tough talk through your cellular
******** then beef, the president and senator
There is no peace, youre the prey or the predator
While you plottin on me, I'm 10 steps ahead of ya
Black 40 caliber I put a infrared on ya
n***a I'm special, you mad cuz ya regular
Man I don't want your b***h, I damn near remember her
Refresh my memory, oh yeah I slept with her
No wonder she ain't mention you when I met with her
Mind on my cheddar, they'll remember me forever
The groundwork I put in made my lifestyle better..and better
I like the ******** street, bright in the phantom lights
Montana light, two women in **** lights, they round the planet twice
Yeah I got a knife for a tough n***a, 9 for a hard n***a
Don't make me empty the chamber
Even if I'm locked in the cell-block, they fallin' the shell shock
When I open your head with the banger
I cause a riot in the yard, make a mess in the mess hall
I got just blew trial and I ain't got nothin' left
Whats todays mathematics? s**t ain't addin' up
Get knocked with 10 machine guns only get 12 months
Ooooh weee, don't talk to me, you talk to him, you talkin' to them
I got the best lawyers money can buy
They said they would've got me 10, or maybe 9
I said "How do you explain how homey breeeze?"
They said keep ya mouth shut or you eatin' the cheese
For that china white I lay a n***a mama down
We can shoot it out like Frank White did in Chinatown
You know I got that hard white, you know I got that tan n brown
Automatic tre pound leave a n***a man down
Murder murder, homicide, real right niggas ride
Gangstas they never hide, thank God I'm still alive
My pocket look like theres cracks on me
My waist look like I got the MAC on me
These hoes on my d**k I got that a** on me
You a RN: regular n***a that rap homey
I'm crack homey, I'm dope money
I wake up and wipe my a** with dope money
C Back, Maybach, my s**t two tone
n***a run up on that, your a** a tombstone
I'm hood like a group home, ghetto like a pay phone
Jake The Snake I'm low in the hood from em
Everything was slow motion, but I think I got the potion
Cause now that they overdosin all my doors are back, open
In my Cadillac, totin, n***a play with me I'll smoke him
Murder one one, four three-fours where I'm from son
I don't need a gimmick, I'm the sickest n***a in it
Get it upside-down or twist it, I could promise you a visit
You're a midget, I'm taller than that n***a playin ball and
Meanin everybody know me when I'm walkin through the mall and
I get hot, in the mornin and right before I'm performin
I been on it since a young'n, I'm comin and here's your warnin n***a
Don't be snorin, bein on point is important
Cause a coffin'll follow shortly after the white chalk and
Call me what you want n***a but you can't call me broke
Call me crack, call me coke, call me uncut, dope
See my oh-eight gas burnin and my eighty-somethin rope
Time's over for you niggas, red line on your throat
I'm on that SSK s**t, shoot, stab, kill
Think I won't get busy well n***a I, will
Ain't nothin to talk 'bout, get the tape and the chalk out
When I pull the strap out, I might go the mac route
Leave your car door and your windows all clapped out
I turn enemies to memories, remember me?
The Hennessy, got my eyes glassy, niggas try to blast me
With the .38 them stray shells flew past me
I'm on 'em, what I'mma do, don't ask me
Understand I'm fin' to have yo' a** on the stand B
Sold three to ******** tryin to jam me
I'm caked up so niggas in my hood can't stand me
It's ******** 50, I stay in the drama
He love her, I ******** her, she's his baby's mama
She a freak, she give me the na-na
That n***a try to front, I'll give him the llama
And I'm gone, the Feds wanna bug me and wrap me
I'm the Gingerbread Man, them boys can't catch me
Two-oh-nine, M-6 stuck in the matrix
BM got a new friend, they finally got a facelift
Yeah, I treat bitches like cars, I drove 'em out
They keep a nice trey-pound from when the wolves is out
Horses, Cavalies with a real-life vest on
I kick game like Pele and Beckham
I got dopehead hands, and crackhead fingertips
From baggin up with my Bankhead, Atlanta b***h
Every day is Christ', I live like Santa b***h
I'm a scrambler b***h, the Feds can't stand this s**t
My style is abrasive.
Im borderline insane, its...
Obvious to see, that...
These whores are all in danger.
I'm hoarding all this anger.
Absorbing all this pain, so
It can overload my brain
And be unloaded on a stranger.
I'm running out of patience.
I'm gutting all these make shift,
Wanna be emcees,
I'm cutting out your pancreas.
Anyone step to Michel Aimes?
Then I'm inclined to erase him.
This ain't as numbers game, but
I 6,7, 8 him.
Guess it’s my turn to spit and turn this thread
Into a smoking pile of burning flesh
I’ve returned again, dispersing certain death in verses
To leave cats wrapped in gauze and tourniquets
In urgent need of a doctor’s services, better call a surgeon quick
I’m turning vets to nervous wrecks, got ya’ll popping percocets
To curb the stress and nervousness
My body temperature emits an aura hot as hell’s furnaces
Ahead of my time so I’ve already seen what’s occurring next
My imagery is consistently lush and verdurous
Out of this world on planets we haven’t touched or heard of yet
Effortlessly murder scripts, this is less than one percent
Lesser than my worst attempt, less than just a third of it
This is just a light display, you ain’t seen the worst of it
Nobody f*&^%&n likes you! You make what we do look bad like white dudes in du-rags/ I bet after this scrimmage, He'll think hes improvin his image by removin his fitted and switchin back into his blue mesh "I love boobs" hat!/ Look! My crib consists of a hundred spliffs and pitt terriers, yours rubber d*&^s and like two cats/ Plus we always know when youre f&#^&n with bars, cuz thats where the BOOOOOze at./....This dude speaks through a loose snatch, so white trash he smacked his b*#^h and broke her nose./ If he ever mentions spinners, Hes talkin about his meth head friends or the hubcaps on his mobile home./ dawg, My flow so cold ill make this kid put on a North Face./ And itd have to be a car accident if i ever "crashed" at your place./ But the reason Im Pissed, Is cuz this trailor park trash thinks hes nice and so sick./ But I bet if i popped the blocks from the hitch and rolled his crib down a couple blocks to a ditch, hed just squak to the clique about how he tried to ghsot ride the whip./ And he said he gonna guide the clip? Dont believe his s**t!/ He wanna eat but can't stomach the beef, Like a Baleemik chick!./ Youll find your place one day but the battle scene aint it cuz I just ended your f&$(*^g career and everybody seen this s**t!