(automated voice) with ur Frys VIP card RediWhip is 2 for 3 dollars
....beep beep....scanning.....beepbeep....your total is 60 dollars...beep...yeah that is a shitload of Rediwhip...beep beep



check it/
yo, yo/
yo, Im ready for this battle with my pen loaded with a
steady clip/
Im ready with this bottle, with my hand loaded with some RediWhip/
lets get to shit...../ (beep beep)
I do whippits to whippits to spit to hit it to shit it to flip it/ haha
....and to kick it/
look, not new to emceeing/
but new to textceeing/
Im screaming with ultimate feeling/
"Fuck rookie of the year"/
Ive been rookie of the year 17 times/
ive just started here and already on my 17th rhyme/
OK thats a lie, but Im still reppin on this open mic/
hope'n like/
"I hope these guys like/
what I got to write tonight"/
syke/ I dont really care/
cuz theres a good chance tomorrow I wont even be here/
fear/ and loathing in my head/
not a 'G' but day afta day I could end up dead/
That's why u gotta grasp every moment like its ur last/
but fuck it anyways, I gotta lil off track/
I do whippits to forget what I hate/
waste my days..../
play it babe..../



hook(sing): whippits got me high for the 5th time today/
shit is on my mind, two and a dime, hooray/
spit it out my mind to this line, so play it safe/
lost the rest of the words to my rhyme dadadada daday/



second take it doesnt equate my brains baked/
from NOS, Vicaden, Fuzzy Navels, and rockin the mic again/
for life and limb/
light headed thoughts are lost in walls from these blocks of past/
writers,typers like fighters/
a 1-2 hit like a C/DOS:/RUN/
man, fuck this shit cuz its all for fun/
a young emcee like me/
thinks big things like big dreams, but cant speak/
"But wait, what does that have to do with Nitrous Oxide"/
not a damn thing and thats why/
not one muthafucka should be uppin me/
so fuck this rap, I think I would just rather sing/



Hookx2



I be representin the 520 baby, the 520 muthafucka
girl: "the 5-2-what? I aint ever heard of dat"
*SLAP*
Now you have bitch, 520
yo I represent the 520, y'know my flow is cold...
what the songs over?
my bad


peace muthabitches

funny shit yo,
you musta bin high?

wak too though...
you know that...

not bad pretty funny but pretty long ...seriously were u high.lol holla bak 1

I mean the shit ain't mean shit to me. I guess if I wrote it

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"Streets like a bullet in cancer, it'll swallow you up
or eat you from the inside and hollow you up."- Beanie Sigel

"Stare gun in face
heart flutters dawg it's startin to race
stuck in my place
nowhere to turn, nowhere to go
death right around the corner soon as the gauge exsplode"- Me

it was pretty good lyrically, I was feelin' ya flow on it.. kinda like early shady freestyles...

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