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05-10-07, 05:01 PM
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They Keys Open Doors, And Keys Open Rooms
IP: 68E9 5207
guess life is a maze, of trifling ways to reach, the eiffill and gaze at the top of a mountain with ya rifle enguaged tightly, feel psyched in a cage ...might be my thoughts reached it's heights.. it's amazing the type of sensation you get when your sights in rotation forget, all of the problems endured kinda like you saw them occur, and it's Paradox before you gotten the word like the wings on the top of a bird that flow freely got my binoculars curved, I see thee whole globe in it's popular nerve...3D Be on top of my game until I'm in hospital served lobsters on a plastic tray and offered a third of the office deserts easy On my death bed, whispering tryin to talk to a nurse Holding my bed pan, a mascura lipstick drops from a purse Kind of like a doctor in skirts, but let's talk about the crime in the misery Of just firing iron in the streets refining our history battle street dons and grabbing the heat on cocking a bullet, popping and pulling it out of a officer bullshit while rocking a full clip in the side of the holster violent, so you ride with a toaster silencer while trying to boast your mileage up see..your beast when it comes to beefing on dumb matters so your speaking in tounge, until the heat make you teeth to your lung shatter keeping a gun, that's how these highschool geeks can become rappers peeping ya son, freaking by the weekend hes done after ( BLAOW ) Yea, it's pretty much that and casket crafted by blackssmiths in an african shaft, next to a package of matchsticks... While your on the streets, it's get a gun or practice gymnastics or hear the death of love one over International access That's why I'm glad I was never murdered or burned alone Served the chrome or ever robbed once inside a Suburban Home.. I ain't that narrow, a fanatic or rap hero talking a bunch of jibberish in a bandana like Jack Sparrow I'm just a man capsizing a rap rising off plat chains And trying to change it back into the image of that frame where the picture was painted without a miss to explain it But now the artform isn't so realitic tho, ain't it? Seems like everything out nows an example of 3 innings where were just reaching out now like Ozzy and Gene Simmons the Nausea seems fitting to embody the free writtens expressed by the generations finess of the MC's winnings unless, we keep penning what's really inside of that mind hole digging to the bottom until we finally find gold Standing Idolly by cold waiting trying to define goals we set a long time ago, wheres it gone? I don't know... One thing I do know is that Satan will never buy my soul specially when I have it, a rhyming defined addict a babbling whore , with a arm full of Inadaquette sores while sneaking through a purse and taking pills from the cabinet drawers under the stained matress is where they keep half of it stored from the point when it's gone and their in the streets asking for more They do it to themselves the hell am I going be passionate for No Emotions, no feelings one of the only fashions of war Kinda like Nikky Barnes when the Officers smashed in the door puzzled by the turn of events from the reactional core they say the write better when spitting to type letters we listen to the bull around till labels pull it down like levers The A&Rs and the business leave all of the hype severed And some artists don't even get to express what they have on the mic EVER.. but that's one of the perks some of these jerks hide from a hundred of clerks, wondering from under the work side...pfft you can expect copies from all these text rockys on the computer typing all day like overpayed desk jockeys and i'll not hide from the rational drop bys with thoughts, lies and deceptional longer than the lashes on pacs eyes and these latches are cropped high to the debacle and pain through the shackles and chains locked by quick and attatched to our veins fuck all this rapping insane, capitol fame glory platinum & chains, laughing and crapping the same story like the actors who paved glori-ous careers for the newborns Hip Hop Generation baptized in water that's luke warm....1
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~ Back On My Old Account B!tches ~ Honors Superior Cypher - Jan 2007 Last edited by White Trash : 05-11-07 at 12:28 AM. |
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05-10-07, 10:25 PM
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Sam Dope
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IP: 6429 09C5
This verse just made me cum in my pants. Fucking Sick.
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