.Harsh Circumstance.
 

Uh... Enigmatic...
RB major exclusive...
What up Blunt?...
Uh...

No time like the present//
Unrap my minds essence//
Over instrumental sessions//
Sex in the city stressin'//
But play it calm and collective//
Contemplate naming my seed karma//
Harsh circumstance done caught up with her father//
I feel so bothered//
Mama, they makin' me wanna holla//
Visions of custom impala's//
Cruise me through streets of hard knocks//
This nigga got respect on blocks//
With no moved rocks//
Only a few sold glocks//
Persuasive ways ta move through spots can savagely bruise who's hot//
Only fools choose drops//
Leave ya brain's wide open when the tools get cocked//

God's thoughts brings understandin'//
That's why I under-STAND man//
Small link on a chain of command//
I train in advance for harsh circumstance//
Motherfuckin' freedom fighter//
'Til God blows out my lighter//
Fuckin' jailbird niggas//
No longer makin' those figgas//

dawg.. like I said.. u need to start uppin' on audio.. get a mic.. this would sound ill.. serious fuck this text shit.. real rap comes on CD dawg... lol.. yo, I real felt this piece, flow, vocab, every aspect.. keep 'em comin'

if i wanna hear kiss put in kiss the game goodbye in the tapedeck/
cant speak of hard times when u claimin a fak rep/
harsh circumstances slim chances god corleone would end up in campuses/
slight glances of envy let me know things changed/
corleone and co left the game while others stayed the same/
god knew my clever endeavors would cause others to sever/
ties of relationship seein cats grow from boys to men/
but niggas lost their innocence grownin from boys to men/
swithced crews from master to la familia/
look around you fool all these new cats aint familiar/
with tendencies and weakness i can exploit to annoint my efforts to position the legacy in this hip hop treasury/
if you dont know then im guessin ur missin the point/
stubborness or too many pulls from the joint

First of all this was whack^^^^^ ,,,,,,,, and Enigmatic ur drop was aight ,,,, lyrics were kinda simple

for text it's kinda wack... the content was good... ill for audio...

.Good Lookin' Out.
 

Good lookin' out... keep uppin'. Fuckin' LastPoet703, jockin' my shit again. Ha, ha... where you been at fag? Ain't been hatin' on me in a minute...