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11-30-04, 08:52 AM
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Better than you..
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...Poison Food For Thought...
IP:
heres some bullshit with meaning for you all to peep. check it out.... Envision, being caught in a position, based on an unwise split-decision Its unfortunate how some cats were given… the wrong mission Hard headed… known for willingness be down for most everything Not guessing there’d been secrets management were concealing As though without feeling bystanders watch in fearful amazement Underground figureheads leering like demons in your basement They meet on the outskirts of town… grey smoke filtering night air Mob Heads gathered aware… large silhouettes…oil slicked hair Iris piercing darkness… watch ya back n beware around your enemies It could pop off… Its business here tho… we swapping cash for keys Some overseas imports altogether worth over 250 G’s… that’s blood money Hookers, profits from extortion… counting green ‘we’ll buy gunnery, Recruit kids for the streets they can run the drugs and cash the loot’ Means of ends meet… understand the overlord… recognise and salute Or end up body bagged in a car boot… that’s real mate use wise judgement Coz what you’re shown on TV its all propaganda issued by Government Worrying society with stories of murder, rape… hassling my conscience While unseen young boys sporting polished shoes… picture of confidence Mimicking pops stride… fed by daddy’s whores in pink panties Pocket the tips jar from dads bar run by pro cons and vigilantes Its so confusing how my loss is your gain… everywhere it’s all the same What to believe in? The Government sparks pain and kills in God’s name Steals my money… a Tax system funding weapons of mass destruction Parliament holds the hand of corruption… these cunts know nothing Fuck em Get high kid if that’s your style… shoot off guns if you so please Fuck whores but don’t catch the virus, stay fit eat healthy u wont catch disease.
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Spit it from the heart, spit a thousand darts, split ya head apart…
Emcees depart, like rubin carter my hurricane left u scarred… Like a spiked bat grammatical bar, like a wonderland drug… Tumble - ing like a flagon of rum and 2 blunts, like the funk baby… Last edited by Trauma : 12-05-04 at 01:17 AM. |
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