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Banned: Cheating
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IP:
2day is March 21, 2005 at 7:20 p.m.
Dez Streetz Iz Callin'
Sitting in the dark, middle of my room…
Thinking bout the weed and the drink I consumed…
My life’s in a tomb, locked tight and buried…
While maggots threat the dude like food in commissaries…
I never knew that I’d grow to be…
A wordsmith controlling portals threw my poetry…
I’m retrospective like Jodeci…
Except I don’t moan in mics and clone the beats…
I just roam the streets in the hopes of conquering…
The life you pave is a slave to oxygen…
No matter the view that I spew in barcode…
Ya’ll stuck in today, I’m trapped in tomorrow…
Ruby drops in the plot of this…
Until unorthodox apocalypse…
Occur in the same blur when I’m dropping shit…
Bless the god, it’s ill how my logic is, bitch!
Shoot and stab and cut suckas
Murder fags and butt fuckas
Streets is calling names bruva… and I’m that kid (I’m the talk of New York)
Shoot and stab and cut suckas
Murder fags and butt fuckas
Streets is calling names burva… and I’m that kid (I’m the talk of New York)
Ya’ll niggas bout to view how my rhyming is…
Half expert professional and scientist…
Clogged with numerous credential and mental gadgets…
In ya death, all is left is your dental fragments…
A Ying to ya distant Yang…
The emcee Edison who’ll invent the game…
In something that’s much deeper than chips and chains…
Had to literally go threw hell to spit the flames…
In the streets, can’t sleep like insomniac…
Fuck clubs, real niggas hit the laundromat…
And wash work inside shirts like polyester…
Ski mask equipped when we probably dressed up…
I know a dude who’ll throw shit in ya food…
Rat poison in a tube, thus your interlude…
To sweat, cry, and bleed, and foam from the lips…
Fall to your death as you roam to the pits...
& yeah this is not 1 of my favorite or likable colors either |