B4 I GET STARTED I WANA CLEAR THE SPECULATION

2 LINES WERE STOLEN FROM A PIECE IN POETRY SECTION... i 4get which 1

ok i think THIS IS THE COMPLETED VERSION... but i change my mind everyday... but here it is
(QB Snyper will be recordin the rest of the song with me)

GHETTOOOOO.. magazine addictions, gun clips n ravage scenes,
fuck whether u "fly" or jus "plain" still make a "pilot" scream,
spit ganja, silent beams, attack with violent means,
Kid clappins and real kid nappins with tied up teens,
Want me to carry on this Brixton news coverage?,
quiet screams of askin who wuz it
but try and seem good after bein a child you seen your own moms tryin new drug shit
this dude does it and done seen it so duke fuck it

Trus it, not sayin it happens 2 all jus some take a tumble,
rumble but after bein held down, bound to be some struggle,
the truth of deception to hit'n' move these weapons/
addition of two 9s (18) make men out of kids who jus seven,
yet i can flip script and talk shit of jus 2 blocks away,
supposed good area, but i call it gay
cos they keep fukin with us, and no way the cops is straight, (crooked cops)
pop back and clap feds,
cops got toasters that dont pop tarts they pop black heads,

stop there...
i used to know this nigga call Tyreek
focused nigga never really liked streets or fired heat,
so why has he caused his moms heart to be so torn?
playin with his TOY GUN police got it so wrong ,
shot him dead on his own lawn ....accident my ass,
racism..they love to see a thug nigga die fast
so why ask why i stoppd and grabbd the mic an vibed with it
spat for life emcees reign fall short like sky divin midgets


This shit is the reason we put tracks on
with muscle, for hustle i take food from the table that u cook crack on,
you weak, i gotta make it bleek so I come thru
soildier, and when its War cant u tell all we know to do is to run through
I Jack your chain it aint me its survival that made me hurt you
I gotta pop and have duckin under shells like a baby turtle
And i aint prechin....that aint my cause,
niggaz get caught and jackd of the pennies for they thoughts or the way that they flosss

Im the renegade you still afriad i spin away
tonight or grab the mic and spit away until im rich and paid you spit for gays
i make people sub or urban still relate and say we blaze
its hazy days when you know pain and dont know ur own father
but get it right we the type to remove your brain and ask whos smarter
music we kick make em feel it
so top b4 we reveal your shit, fall back we the nigz who deserve this
definately not them and you wudnt "take chances" if u had monopoly and tried to steal it,
if you think your style is "deadly" it mus be killin me in my sleep.. cos i dont feel it
im the renegade