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Yo, you gotta love Sundays, its the best day of the week,
a lot of sports are on, I cant wait till next week, The Sac Kings are Playing Houston, but who is gonna win, Steve Francis shootin more shots than I do with my Mack 10, someone just hit a long distance three, oh shit it was Mike Bibby, how can he look so good and Yao Ming so clumsy he looks Tipsy, I watched a little Nascar, but I aint no trailer trash, pretty safe race, not a lot of cars crashed, Jimmy Johnson took the checkered flag, Jeff Gordon drove bad, as usual, I didnt get to go the PIR in my town to see the Indycar race, had to work, suppossed to be the day of rest, I rest my case, I really hope the Lakers stay third in the West, so they end up playin Memphis, Shaq, Kobe, Malone, Payton, and a bench full of stars, who the fuck gonna beat us, I missed the AFL games, Im pretty fuckin pissed, Im drinkin a whole lot, Im endin this so I can take a piss. |
I touch-fame and crush-names I graced-sluts don't hate-but I rush-dames/
big ego to-contain still alive but I live through-the-pain people that is new say it's true that i'm insane/ step on weak to get-here but I set-fear all the times that I cryed I jusr regret-a-tear/ previous-altercations with losing-a-friend I ain't chosing-to-end but being forced by devious-nations/ think-on-life been doing this so long I shrink-on-strife nigga joined a street gang now his blood sink-on-a-knife/ |
niggaz dont believe me when im speakin
no time on da wek dayz catch me on da weekend one to ya dome and leave ya thoughtz leakin so errbody around can see what u was thinkin im da strongest on this site my even wordz lift weightz if we get trapped in a box i'll be the 1st to escape |
plagued by my age i constantly struggle...
trouble neva misses a chance to pop my bubble... surrounded by silence in a world of violence... too many dimension of different propositions to mention... fishin bodies out-of-da harbor subdued wit horror... ice cream parlors turnin our kids into dope feens young teens snifin everything from glue 2 kerosene... a nation founded on discrimation... with no affliation with otha nation unless the situation... is a false cry of desperation then without hesitation... we gladly send in our troops while we sit in our suits........ Think it overrrr!!!!!!!!!!!! |
Give me one chance to interject/I wanna wreck and take a moment to collect/all the thoughts in my brain before I go insane/cuz I can't maintain huffin this propane/I slang the cocain to pay for my domain/hittin whippits on the highway while I'm switchin' lanes/shits too smooth to grab ahold/you can never change me with your remote control/because shit's to raw shit's too real/I rip fake MCs before they get to heal/I'm the master of the flow act like ya know/plant my seed in that bitch and let my garden grow/my rythm goes fast and sometimes slow/no matter what it's phat and one helluva show/so I'mma end this on a fact I made/ cuz I float like a feather and sting like a hand-grenade
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im a menice to the game & a community pest
maybe cause i pull out quicker den unprotected sex wuts next, u beatin me!? the only way that would happen if i was a dick in cell block d so dont fail to see me cummin or u gonna think im kobe the way u see me gunnin the time in close and and the message clear im in ya head like the roots of ya hair playa of the year is in yo presense wet- backs like mexican pesents |
yo i thought you waz my gurl/(my best friend)
but now you make me feel like i'm gonna hurl/ i'm bout to take you for a whirl/ i really don't need you/ you be takin my man/ but that'z alright because i got a plan/ your gonna pay/ you can't alwayz have your way/ believe me today is not your day/ |
so you say that you big/
but if that'z all you can be/ then go ahead/ but you got to prove it/ that you got the wit/ to stand up when you get knocked down/ to show that your not a clown/ snap back to your life/ your next weapon is a knife/ you done tryed with a rope/ your on to much dope/ your done it'z over/ |
itz alot on my mind an not enough time to type that many linez/ id ratha be out hittin bitchz thatz dimez/ call me one of a kind somethin like a red spaid/ comin threw tha block in a coupe tha color of unmixed koolaid/ no doubt about it i stay with the heata/ not derek jeter but ill go across ya head wit a bat in a black wife beata/ so just come an try me/ yo bitch will wash up on tha beachz on miami...
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im reckless, infected with tetnis, respect this,
digest it, infested, ma best hit, confess it, address it, im rested, so lets spit aggresive! |
find where ya bar, throw you in my car
rape you in the back, leave you with mental scars that shits sick like smack heads or pediophelia, really im arrangin gang fights like quadrophenia people say I'm feeling ya, I respond who cares ill be sitting bunning skunk while my nas tune blares I'm from where ya compare your nike airs to ya welfare and days without police scares are madd rare i tear through my life, not stopping to consider blast you with lyrics I deliver, while u gasp holding ya liver |
Just a diss to a kid in my school wit the last name Fawcett.
You walk around school… thinkin’ you so cool/ But all you really are… is a damn fool/ Wearin’ yo hair flipped up, like you ran into a wall/ Pants so low, that if you ran, they would fall/ You like Texas… and we all kno you’s a Mexican/ We all might as well, start callin’ yo ass a Texican/ You go around town… supportin’ all the wrong teams/ Texas beats Oklahoma… Man, please, in yo dreams/ Sayin’ rap is crap, and that rock is the best/ You fuck around wit 50. Man, you betta go find a vest/ Cuz he’ll pop 12 up yo ass, and he wouldn’t even have to try/ Cuz you’d do it yourself, cuz you knew you was gonna die/ You so dumb… your whole life is joke/ You front wit me and I’ll finish yo ass, jus like my cherry coke/ You’s a messed up kid, that prolly sleeps in a closet/ If you open your mouth, I’ll close it… jus like a faucet (haha)/ |
^^^ Yea, I'm sorry. I didn't see the no dissin' part. My bad.
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curiously to dissin', I'm forcin myself/
Gettin' drunk just to battle I need to get ahold of myself// That ain't no pride nor dignity in this hip hop game/ It's just a big 'ole trick that they put on my brain// word.. That's how I be feelin' sometimes/ When I think I'm saved just because I could rhyme// That's shit's laughable, cuz no one gives a fuck/ It's a bottomline business, and it'll let you know that you suck// word.. Maybe I'm just buzzin?/ Workin' graveyard shit was'nt worth lovin// A slight alholic, and I can feel the pain in my tummy/ That's prolly why I'm rappin like a depressed dummy// I don't know/ I guess it's just a day in the life of Keep It Thoro... 1~ |
my styles sic like eatin the popes nose/i choke foes/and break your face where coke goes/got dope flows/i spit legit shit loco/huff gas at sunoco/to surpress urge for cocoa/i smoke o's/cuz chrons the medicine/i think ur a deer so now this fawn's venison/menacin' like dennis the menace in/georges house/ur girlfriend will strip outta her gorgeous blouse/juss to get my attention/im loathed like detention/fuck it im your principal heres yer suspension/this tensions buildin/my comprehension of children/is not so great so you gonna get killed when/you question my skills/all yall are droppin like pills/best homicide service my gats got no frills/no bills to my name/yet im clouded in fame/stardom's attained/if u find the rite frame of mind/im walkin around blind/in the midst of mankind/intertwined,confined/to this contract i signed/i sold my soul to the devil he let me stay on the grind/
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