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..Soft Focus..
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Time to put word to heart
IP:
its time...i turn this paper into a fuckin art...
its a rhyme....juz craven to rip apart....
bout to shine.....prove i spit from tha heart....
[verse]
transexual verse like a crackhead wit a dick an clit wit one over grown tit/
no worries bout wut i say on this script half the time its fucked up but aint it/
i'd apreciate the real to apeal to half these clowns putten there lyrics to sound/
cuz normally not to be rude but they aint "dope' there normally thrown in the lost an -never- found/
don't get bitchy with me cuz i exscape on this paper an throw some wack shit down/
maybe its my struggle im juz tryn'a put the peices of the puzzle together not look like a clown/
follow the leader fuk nah i make my own route maybe thats why half the world caught in'a drought/
stuck an cant get out tryn'a be somebody but got no chances no what im talking about?/
right now i juz dont give a fuck im smugglin this flow do wut i gotta do to grow/
elavation bein the key not familier to me soon to become my angel or pillow/
give me a soft cushion or a savier wit this pen no tellin my fucked up behavier/
cuz i spit what i want an feel may have no flow but im workin on it each year/
its time...i turn this paper into a fuckin art...
its a rhyme....juz craven to rip apart....
bout to shine.....prove i spit from tha heart....
[verse 2]
streets delay cuz im the way of smugglin dope every which way who gave you the time a day/
to sit back relax like you a king wen we doing the same thing yet i have ta go away/
fuck dat, i work hard to devalope a style of my own yet you say disapear/
queer i say what i gotta say whatever on my brain dont give a fuck who hear/
sometimes i write sick sometimes shit but who really give a damn man/
i juz babble about how i beatcha ass in scrabble an how my lifes a
full house pocker hand/
i got a whole life ahead of me yet at my young age you tell me choose a destiny i dun understand/
im not in'a band i juz sit in my bedroom dreaming about cutting out the cats glands/
sorry to ruin your plans i didnt think i'd make even myself turn to the toilit an vomite/
lit a wick to a stick of dynamite in my head explosive enough to destroy a comite/
sorry if me spittin from my heart it rediculous an leaving readers with a rash/
listen...you a pen an pad is simaler to green an blue on you they clash/
if you dont believe my mind can achieve an bring heat im'a bend over...kiss my ass/
its time...i turn this paper into a fuckin art...
its a rhyme....juz craven to rip apart....
bout to shine.....prove i spit from tha heart....
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