KING OF THIEVES:
I was born as an illegitimate-kid as my pops just got hit-wit'-a-bid...
reminisce on all the spliffs-that-I-lit and all the evil shit-that-I-did...
parents used to call me hand-some...
pops bought me a hand-gun...
I been waitin' for the day to put a clip-in-and-spit...
cause I'm sick-of-the-shit...
I remember the dayz when I used to be young buck sellin' drugz-on-the-block...
empty wallet...with hidden money under-my-sock...
one-with-my-Glock one that will never be loved-by-the-cops...
hid my drugz-by-my-crotch...
sprinklin' dust-on-my-pot...
then one day a 13 year old named Tomas decided to write-in-his-rhymepad...
amateur lungz at the time...high-off-a-dime-bag...he just kept on writin'-as-time-passed...
he rhymed-wack...but then again...he was young and still new-in-the-game...
he grew-in-the-brain over the yearz to prove-he'z-deranged...
at the tender age of 17 he got arrested and neglected by cops...
I had to sell my favorite weapon-my-glock...
when I got arrested for snatching pursez the jakez even questioned-my-watch...
now I'm almost 19 with a job-of-my-own-and-some-cash...
but still pissed cause I ain't got a girl to give me some slob-on-my-bone-and-some-ass...


COM:
Born illegitimate; Torn from the tit-I-licked
Adorned with a lyric-stick but Scorned when I spit-a-bit
I’m going to do-this-properly; become the truest-prophecy
Ain’t no Judas-stopping-me becoming the purest-prodigy
My rhymes piss-on-thought; I listen-to-what-I’m-taught
Can’t remember December and I’m sick of missing-court
I got my eye-on-fame but dopes fried-my-brain
The dealers want my head coz I’m suppling-the-same
Now I’m suprising-the-game, my emotion is devotion
My motion leaves you soaking, causing waves in the ocean
Supposing I’m signed, my life will be aligned
I give you food for thought while I dine on your mind