TheDonofTwo@aol.com
you expect me to run into Aftermath with dynamite and a towel wrapped around my head you know what fire and brimstone mean ya it means ill pump you full of lead dont push me im not pac your right im the illest and rillest so intelligent when pac reached the pinaccle of my ladder of knowledge he spotted an artist sleeping in a teenage thug so smart with a indestructible heart and wits you cant use out with too fast for a hook with bait razor sharp speech when i spit i rip holes in your sheets walk around every wall screaming you blind nigga you cant see me you didnt hear the commotion when me and 6 other outlaws ripped down the door the only thing missing from this lyrically assasination and hype annilhilation mausburg style getting wild cherry soda when im feeling thirsty your words cant phase my mind state even if its a first draft freestyle throwing a middle finger to the spell check buddy all i need is the first and last letters to match up with the flight of the birds yes yaaa hurrd im home ready to unleash some knowledge on a collision course with your forehead i dont need a infared to position your temple precisely and if you force me youll hear the order to fire at will and i dont mean smith ive had enough off this child plays you dont see me wearing chucks heres a buck go put it on your wall and wait for it to fall from the pin without a moron tuggin it off on his way to the liqour mart for another mallllt likra hell ya my spellin is wrong and my desire to return is strong dont make me display my force and array of weapons and caches to prove the fact that we Outlaws Worldwide with hired hands and rubber bands around stacks of 1,000 dollar bills and my flow is still runnin ill with the wicked dent my vocabulary leaves you grieving begging the lord for the tylenol to kick in half an hour faster whose the next mc to step up to this lyrical assassin coming through early and smashing cause i already got the worm and the bird just letting the fishermen dribblin into the cut with their mixed breed muts trying to impress me with the style i dubbed P in my sleep while my generation still couldnt percieve the legacy i left when i accomplished my life dreams relaxed my soul and let the pain die away as death crept in from all angles of my vision i saw darkness for god knows how long then i woke up with the don as a kid being strangled cause he wont be punked or taken for granted i said ill leave ya sideways not slanted dont ever use my fame or name to produce some hype thats only meant to leave me no choice but to light up the room so you morons see the gloom in my eyes and the hurt that fries deep in my heart for every homie that i lost to the streets as i screamed peace in every language and method i even posted up flyers and divers, low flyers, and bald eagles i got 7 stolen regals i can use for a drive by anytime my boys wont even let me ride anymore if i wanted to put in work id have to sneak out solo so who the hell wanna see my bail out these hallways screaming polo aint no fish outta water im the man that planned to bless fishers hand at a split second .4 as I sat depressed due to the fact that after all i the people ive helped and friends in high school ive left my door open for at all hours of the night when they didnt have kronik i put my neck under the knife and my name on the line so we could all have some bags to turn a profit asking for 5 dollars now will make them gag as if i wasnt the same thug walking my whole crew around the lines at palace and riding on my enemies so hard by the time i arrive their hiding behind a mike stand waving a white towel its like here ya go mr. whoevers next try to rock this mike blaaaaaaaaaaaahoowww.....