Another Song From The Album, Give Sum Feedbacks Pimps..Lookin For Sumone To Do Verse 2...Holla!

Souls-2-Rest
By: R-Rated aka Restricted

(Intro)
Shits Of Da Hook….To My Man D! You Know How We Do From The State Of WV!! Haha..Yeah….R-Rated…Dudley…2004…ILL-Cit Records…BlackEye Productions…Haha…

(Verse 1 - R-Rated aka Restricted)
Crossing The Game Over; Breaking Ankles; J and R Hurting You Chumps,
Verses On Another Level; Higher Than Vince's Vertical Jump,
Tha Nerve Of You Punks; Defending Us? Ya'll Hate The Feeling,
Spit Hot Rhymes; ???? and R; Drop Dimes Like Jason Williams,
Not Making Millions; At The League Minimum; Still M-V-P's,
Starters, Never Play The Bench; We Get More Burn Than MP3's,
Stick With Heat; Not Miami; Analysts Critique and Praise Us,
Semi-Autos Shoot-In-Threes; Use What You Want, Can’t Faze Us,
We Kings, Not Lakers; But Got A Glove On Cash; Gettin That Mail; Man,
Lookin Like The National Anthem; How Ya Team Stood and Held Hands,
Cuz We Ending Careers; No Need, Therapy Won’t Help Ya Threw It,
Ya'll Wack In This Sport; Make You Collapse On The Court Like Reggie Lewis,
Blessing Music; Like Halftimes Over; We Move You Clowns Off The Court,
We Thirsty, Downin All-Sport; Too Strong, Check Our Scouting Report,
When We're Announced You Fall Short; Too Weak Down On The Boards,
??? At The 2; Trigger-Happy; Like We're Down In The Fourth,
Pound It With Force; Like Shaquille; Been Proven Ya'll Cant Touch Us,
You Just Suck Son; End Result; Ya'll Get Dunked On Like Todd Macollough,
Surprising Numbers; Signed To Top Teams Soon As We Hit The Market,
Raps Lebron and Carmelo; The Future; and We Just Getting Started..


(Verse 2 – ??????)



















(Verse 3 – R-Rated aka Restricted)
I'm wreckon your so called perfection in seconds,
Disectin your sections with nickel plated smith n wessons,
Teachin a lesson that if you mess the best you'll be restin,
Now your testin my patients hatin the way tha I'm stressin,
A verbal assasin thats bashin and smashin with passion,
Laughin while your gaspin and graspin at your life thats flashin,
Got a passion for waxin whipe the blood off with napkins,
Snappin your bones proned to be crackin your dome,
Trackin your phone intimadated nah cause your lackin the tone,
Home set a blaze when I get crazed and para-phrase with flames,
Brave with the ways I wave my pistol and shoot at your face,
While your tryin to escape the surrounding of flames in your place,
I'm tryin to cremate your whole body frame,
Now my brains stained with rage and the pain continues to flow,
You try to remain calm pull at your gun and shoot off your toes,
Toe puntin your nose before I lunge at your throat,
Stuntin ya growth, kill you then end up huntin your ghost,
Hung with a rope cut down then in tha trunks where ya go,
Dispose of the burnt shot up body thats startin to rot,
Thrown under a dock to wash away the maggots that inhabit your crotch,
My mental imagery's fucked up like ink blots I think wrong,
Murdered more tots then the family rules of asia and hong kong..

~R~

now the whole concept is raw but that first verse is weak its too norm i actually read like half and stopped but then i got to ya third verse and was like ok it was a lil more complex and deep it made me want more if you can come off like that wit every verse and not let up on ya skills you'll be atomic