factions of actors standin' "rappin'" 'bout hard lives.
we know it didn't happen! infact it's all lies
I'm-a "uncover" tha fact; like "bald" lines.
false crimes, imitated in rhymes on MTV usin' call signs
It sickens me wittnessin' the influence of VHS
pre-teens say'n "yes"--> dressin' like they idols
in a sense accepting death, take a lesson from past steps
don't follow tha wrong path, pave your own
save your soul, escape from chrome an' steel bars
you can heal wounds, but only conceal scars
an' loadin' ya-own piece might be ya last meal card
feel big, yea you real hard, pussy!!
push me an' get a taste-a reality, another cold fatality.
is that what you wanted? be honest, trickery don't work on me
I'll make a mockery of your worst stories
ya suburban war's a bore-ta me, you wanna see somebody ornery
torture me, I ain't feel the pain of life
formed a hard shell around my self from previous stryfe
to alleviate the effect of dark days an' lone nights
while you claimin' deprression from a warm home life
ain't never seen a beigh stone bein' smoked by yo-fam
fried friends overdone they drugs an' dried they brain stems
watched ya closest peeps die to gain bread
I cried sometimes try'n-a contemplate why fate made damnation
cremated childhood an' relpaced it with hatred
created social class so you could shine bright an' still leave faded
like fortune evaded certain portions of faces
cornered in dank basements an' roach motels
decayed blankets, find-ya self forcin' a smile
deny'n ever knowing happy times, can't remember having laughed at times
just waiting patiently for ya black demise
last days alive, I live life like they already arrived
thrive from my inner peace-a mind, temptation released in rhymes
redemption ceized at sight, I lead ya-kind..

HOOK
I am the game, just try'n get in me
ACCESS denied! ya still aspire ta hit me
skill aquired from 50, it's bitten
I inspired ya written, how ya gonna rip me
pussy, still just a kitten

how these kids claimin' they write tha rules's beyond me
like they wan-a be ebonically equal to god.. they wan-a be me.
honestly they copy an' claim it's their shit
sloppy writtens, same as their shit, an' his shit
it is shit, quality compared, mines infinite
finite like the most complex equation
evadin' pages created by famous martars like pac 'n' big L
---> I can't cop an' album without a glimpse-a myself
still, it's like I'm livin' in hell
a cell created by my-own malice an' search 4 talent
try'n ta make this gift worth tha challenge.
ask me.. was it worth tha challenge?..
every bit of it, I ain't regret the steps I've taken
mistakes I've made, hands I've shaken
I've preyed for this long nights lay'n in bed
made an attempt, failed an' tried again
an' with that I impaled standards an' was hailed greater than man
I'm makin' a stand, try to conquer
I enlighten scholars in hopes I might get dollars
an' media sponsors.. I wanna-be a baller
designer drugs 'stead-a street coke an' dirt-weed smoke
ya think those slow words'll erk me.. nope
choke?.. no, never, my level, you, never
it's a useless endevor try'n-a measure up to my measures
I present nothing but pressure an' weight
testin'-ya faith, "In god I trust" this a lesson in fate.

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pre-teens say'n "yes"--> dressin' like they idols
in a sense accepting death, take a lesson from past steps
don't follow tha wrong path, pave your own
save your soul, escape from chrome an' steel bars

good lines.....piece was over all nice..keep spittin

thx pledge, we gotta get some votes on RBTL, not one yet... it sucks..

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aiight very nice...rhymes, flow, vocabetc all very hot.
concept was very in depth...shook people, not worth starting rhyming and yeah yo big up. This was my perception of ya piece.
~1~smoked the joint.
check my shiii

WOW loves the concept yo is wus nice.............Feelin the vibe Nicely put together my dawg BLunt

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seeen.. uppin'

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save your soul, escape from chrome an' steel bars
you can heal wounds, but only conceal scars
an' loadin' ya-own piece might be ya last meal card
feel big, yea you real hard, pussy!!
push me an' get a taste-a reality, another cold fatality.
is that what you wanted? be honest, trickery don't work on me

This piece was sharp...liked it alot ....uppin

see we ain't have to beef.. lol, thx yo.. peace..

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this shit is tight dawg..................keep spittin.

save your soul, escape from chrome an' steel bars
you can heal wounds, but only conceal scars
an' loadin' ya-own piece might be ya last meal card
feel big, yea you real hard, pussy!!
push me an' get a taste-a reality, another cold fatality.
is that what you wanted? be honest, trickery don't work on me


damn like bmack said this was sharp. it was very very good. stay up...

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Only God can judge me, Who THE FUCK IS YOU?!

keep it comin' yo...

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thiwas prob. my fav peice you done blunt
dope 9.5/10
10ne

uppin'===> normally I would've stopped by now but y'all seem to be likin' this one...

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Good shit blunt. Check out my piece in here titled my girl.

ANyway.

Good lines and shit. Expresses what you writtin good. Sharp edge to it. Sound tight in Audio. You should hook it up. Hey yo what would you think bout writting me some tracks fo the studio?

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pay me... lol... I'll even come down to michigan to collect and deliver myself

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