.Whole Song For Ya Niggas... It's Called ".Drinking The Night Away." Peep.
 

Y’all niggas know who I am. Y’all niggas know I’m on top. Don’t hate on me. Here’s a whole joint for ya.


<<Enigmatic>>
(First Bottle:)
Now the bottle is empty, straight rowdy don’t tempt me//
Seeing all in double, so I’m seein’ two times the trouble//
But temporarily I’ve been relieved from the pain of the struggle//
For me its either VSOP, Ole E, Claverts Whiskey, or SC//
Smokin’ cig after cig with my mind dizzy, my boys got trees and a philly… time to get busy//
Get to rolling, patrollin' the streets like police, with a knife tucked in the fleece//
See heads that start beef, fuck peace, y’all about to be deceased//
Riding in pine ‘cus y’all was dying to shine, but ain’t nobody getting the upper hand on me and mine//
See this nine, yea, now what you wanna do?//
Don’t even answer back, my boys about to blow ya spine through//
Fuckin’ narcs running with a swine crew, remember that ya actions define you//
Everyday I need at least a fourty, and some acid stuck to my spine like glue//
Speakin’ to a down ass girl, she like, “it’s fine with me if it’s fine with you”//
It’s almost night time now, let me go find my crew, see what the fuck we gonna do//
Talkin’ to Blunt_MC like, “you got buds?”, "yeah, I got a few"//
“True, well then let’s go grab some liquor, and see who flows sicker tonight”//
While kids wanna talk shit we just fight, got the blunts rolled just right, not too tight//
When I started drinkin’ the sky was bright, and now it’s hitting midnight//
Seein’ shadows casted by the moonlight, light up another blunt, I’ll soon be aflight//
Resting on a cloud, fuck everyone else's judgements, I've made myself proud//

<<Blunt_MC>>
(Chorus:)
2 dollars spent on it/
5 cent from deposit/
The other dollar 95 is making me lose my mind/
But by the time I want to stop it/
I already have a problem/
This motherfuckin’ bottle is running my life/
1 bottle, 2 bottles, 3 bottles, 4 (4,4,4,)/

2 dollars spent on it/
5 cent from deposit/
The other dollar 95 is making me lose my mind/
But by the time I want to stop it/
I already have a problem/
This motherfuckin’ bottle is running my life/
1 bottle, 2 bottles, 3 bottles, 4 (4,4,4,)/

<<Enigmatic>>
(Second Bottle:)
Now we need like another gallon to pass around, as we find some punks to clown, so much liquor I’m about to drown//
Gotta calm down before we get too loud and 5-O come creeping, peepin’ our actions//
They try to spy me and Blunt on the tracks son, but in this world we watch our backs dun//
Haters?, I’m quick to attack one, once the bottle's done, hit' them up with the quickness//
They trying to pull some bitch shit, but for now I'll let them run//
’Cus jail ain’t fun… Cases?, shit I got more than one so I gotta keep my head on my shoulders or else its over//
Already in the dark, but steel makes it colder//
Fuck, I must be drunk, I’m babbling, my minds traveling down a dark path//
My thoughts and my actions ain’t adding up like fucked up math//
Cop just passed, grab that 30-pack we got stashed, we gotta find a new spot to get smashed at//
What?, you got another blunt of endo mixed with hash, light it and pass that//
So we can get lifted, went to the warehouse and saw some more of my boys had a spliff lit//
Let me get a hit, shit, I got beers to drink and liquor to sip//
And right now I’m on a “I flow sicker tip”, so let’s get a cypher going, or we could battle and see who’s nicer flowin’//
Yo, hold up, what’s that glowing? Fuck, 5-O, time to go, ‘cus I ain’t doing time yo//
Get to dippin’ again, I need to relax so I’m back to sippin’ again//

<<Blunt_MC>>
(Chorus:)
2 dollars spent on it/
5 cent from deposit/
The other dollar 95 is making me lose my mind/
But by the time I want to stop it/
I already have a problem/
This motherfuckin’ bottle is running my life/
1 bottle, 2 bottles, 3 bottles, 4 (4,4,4,)/

2 dollars spent on it/
5 cent from deposit/
The other dollar 95 is making me lose my mind/
But by the time I want to stop it/
I already have a problem/
This motherfuckin’ bottle is running my life/
1 bottle, 2 bottles, 3 bottles, 4 (4,4,4,)/

<<Enigmatic>>
(Third Bottle:)
As the bottle keeps tippin’, I get to reminiscing, and get a scary preminiscion of me sitting in prison//
So I drink some more, look up to the sky and hope to be forgiven//
Don’t get me wrong, I ain't no bitch, I did the crime so I’ll do the time and just express my pain through rhyme//
In due time, I'll discover my fate, December 19th is my next judgment date//
Will I be confined to a cell, a cold steel hell, hearing doors locking, rockin’ a white jumpsuit, seeing a 2yr bid through//
Or will my dreams come true, and I'll be let off with no time or probation to do//
I take another swig and finish off the bottle, now my minds racin’ on full throttle//
It seems like impossible to make it through the rain, believe it or not Enigmatic’s feeling the pain its driving my brain insane//
From my family I get looks of disdain and pity, I know the situation‘s shitty, but don’t judge ‘cus you don’t know how hard it hits me//
Sometimes I wake up with fits see, anger I can’t control, ‘cus I’m thrown upon a courts’ mercy//
And it hurts when your sins come back to haunt you, during fits of rage you forget every lesson everyone's taught you//
But as long as I keep my head straight I know what I gotta do, I know I’ll see it through to the end//
And bleed out my life with a pad and a pen, and I keep thinkin’ with my freedom back, will I fuck up again?//

<<Blunt_MC >>
2 dollars spent on it/
5 cent from deposit/
The other dollar 95 is making me lose my mind/
But by the time I want to stop it/
I already have a problem/
This motherfuckin’ bottle is running my life/
1 bottle, 2 bottles, 3 bottles, 4 (4,4,4,)/

2 dollars spent on it/
5 cent from deposit/
the other dollar 95 is making me lose my mind/
But by the time I want to stop it/
I already have a problem/
This motherfuckin’ bottle is running my life/
1 bottle, 2 bottles, 3 bottles, 4 (4,4,4,)/

(Chorus Fades Slowly)




This joint was straight from my heart… just sittin’ there at times, straight fucked up, thinkin’ about shit…

I'll admit.. I didn't read every lil part lol... I read the first two para's then after that it was the end for me.. eyes hurting and shit.. well I liked what i did read you were there with the vocab you had word play and a good flow to it. Nice work OoNnEe

nice.. you did have sick flow, the only thing I didn't like about it was how many times you used the word blunt through-out the rhyme.. It is my name, but it got a little played.. lol.. other than that, it was a real tight piece bro..

"As the bottle keeps tippin’, I get to reminiscing, and get a scary preminiscion of me sitting in prison//
So I drink some more, look up to the sky and hope to be forgiven//"<------ I know how that feels.. I really liked this bar..

"Everyday I need at least a fourty"<---- that was my favorite line... I need one right now..

.Ha, Ha.
 

Blunt... that's 'cus I was talkin' about you my nigga. You in my crew, i'm gonna rep you and shit.

This was preety sick...like the concept

stay up playa

peace
one

yeah that's what I figured, but it ran the rhyme a-bit.. it's too strong of a word to use so much..

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Y'all niggas sleepin' on my shit. Keep uppin' this joint... Holla!