Light Weight
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Freestyle over Onyx's Last Days Beat
IP:
Yo, Ah Ha, Yo
Listen, Nigga I ain't spittin no racial slurs fuck that.
Ya bitch know, when I pull the dick out, that mean suck dat//
Now ya'll niggas tryin 2 get a lick.
Niggas ya'll sick, stop ridin me, this ain't no gay porno flick//
I spit realness, ain't no leave it to beaver niggas here.
We got crazed ms. clever trigger's here//
Like manson, killin his own family.
Sayin music made kid's do it, this is insanity//
This is the last days of our lives.
They want us dead or alive, so they bring out the 4-fives//
damn I ain't think I was that violent.
Sometimes yeah, I put a towel over the heat to keep it silent//
Niggas sometimes get smart den get smacked up.
But most of the time i'm high or either yacked up//
Yea I look at video's and say I want this and that.
But I don't really know the facts.
What it takes to get to that//
You gotta earn ya respect and get a video in the top 10 and no less.
How much of gray hair's I'ma earn from stress//
My teenage years is already tough enough.
Sometime's I think my parents don't show me love//
If I make it, I bet they gone ask for loans.
fuck that, i made it onmy own//
Ya'll aint help me.
Ya brought me in this world, and ain't neva felt me//
Slam onyx fans, say hi my name is to slim shady's fans.
Tell them B.I.G homey's and Tupac stalker's, I am that man//
Who gone bring rap back to where it was fun.
Fun to spit, where you never worried about keeping a gun//
Then sum1 gotta make the warrior come out.
Then I spit some stories out//
I figure I gotta be hard for ya'll.
Ya'll break my balls, when shit ain't raw//
Ya'll wanna hear street and street is me.
Walked through some struggles, that why I have messed up feet//
I always wanted to be famous, and I'm taking this coming furious.
Rhymes you wanna hear, because you is curious//
Wanna know what punch line I'ma say//
I don't throw punches I just cock back and blow//
That's if you wanna know the facts
Most of the cats have no record.
Walking around in buttonded down shirts that's checkered//
fuck I stay white t'd up and jeans with fitted's.
Don't need a ghost writer, I'm just gifted.
So The mood I shift it.
Rhymes is real and I hope you get it//
I'm real and I'ma never be fake.
Not for ya'll not in some kind of fantasy world, or imaginary place//
NO!
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