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12-30-2013, 11:52 AM | #1 (permalink) |
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soldier of science
y'all suckas is lyin i got em scared to death i stay smoking on some deaf gripping on a treble's clef i tell em damn lil ma you thick like caramello oil slick pose black bike marshmallow oh dear, oh darling swordfish dawg halle is my marlin medusas on my wrist and tongue straight furlin, a mac named merlin we all get the blood money brandish the 'gac like its funny my old life was crumby, phoenix ****; resurrection like a mummy new king in the valley of skins if you ugly as sin, you my kin you can find me gon' in the wind ~ |
01-06-2014, 11:36 AM | #2 (permalink) |
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slicing lardo, livin large,
i got no problem man sellin' hard mama never told me not to throw stones, god oh, i was killa in a past life came out so raw, put a baby in the midwife, class strife i'm looking into living right before bed every night grip the tech and set my machinations into light to my foes a hundred blows i'm taking all their pastries pies on my windowsill my kitchen is a bakery a quiet day baling hay is all a city boy can dream of feels like i'm on vacation when i'm balancing the beam up haters want lucci they say they wanna team up, all i give them is the k, don't scheme up unless you ready for the spray, the last thing you'll ever say no, not the barrel, you a funny bitch faggot like alice carroll, farewell to all my thoroughbreds, stay feral. |
01-06-2014, 11:41 PM | #3 (permalink) |
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you know, i'm no good
bugatti in your hood they rushing you, your blood clotting, the doc jotting, your vitals dropping my k polished, like ben wallace i'm tossin bricks at your college diggin my hands thru yo wallet like oh stop it, payday bars i'm a riot, shotgun her name maia she wanna introduce you to gaea ashes ashes, straight fascist plot twist like joe and cassius stackin' grip like weed taxes rolling up while she relaxes, ill cabron drinking abraxas whatever man, don't you see? i always love them until they drop the bomb on me. |
02-17-2014, 03:03 PM | #4 (permalink) |
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i saw spires, growing up
without wires, asleep in the adobe heard screaming tires, waking up my neck was hot like the block of a south sider, tell jesse oh yes, i am somebody classic shit, we still trying to make it better, that particular feeling you get when the bullet go through a pig's sweater, the privilege of the unfettered primal anomalies, they laugh but is it funny? is it money that changes a man, or the friends he thought he had? more broken more stolen, more given they see blood spillin, gold is flowing, bypass heart of the city, no sewing only way is to suffer, the battle, i think that's knowing. |
02-17-2014, 04:23 PM | #5 (permalink) |
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Hey man these are good! Ever think about trying to spit some of this **** over a beat?
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There is only one beer left Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf Tempt me, do a number on the label Eat up all their MC's and drink 'em under the table [B]Last.fm Shadows Of Our Souls |
04-14-2014, 12:25 PM | #6 (permalink) |
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obliviate, like happiness
it's just a mindstate, forget about serving, eating dinner off dirty paper plates, now we sweat real estate, forget smothered chitlins now we get invited to educate, innovate man never renovate, get up on the mountaintop and revelate, slab shining back before we had to regulate naw, no such thing as seven hells i had her spinning 'round like she was wearin' sprewells going down, just gliding something like a summer spell all is well, god damn it fiercer than hawking in a hand basket and i just can't stand it, see relevance is just a fad, i go see a movie then i wanna go be bad it's like dredging the cal-sag lotta bodies but no hitters to nab breezy on lsd, in a white cab sippin hypnotiq and tab, my main bitch pouring 4's then we take us a nap, it's sunny, summertime im on the lake looking funny i remember they hurt quake over a game of gin rummy, it's trife like that, then again i found a wife like that, the game don't change, that don't mean life like that. |
04-14-2014, 09:39 PM | #7 (permalink) |
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There is only one beer left Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf Tempt me, do a number on the label Eat up all their MC's and drink 'em under the table [B]Last.fm Shadows Of Our Souls |
04-16-2014, 11:43 AM | #8 (permalink) |
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southside drilla fam
gold coast chilling man stacks getting taller than the mafuckin' ceiling fan do that make me appealing? i only did it for the feeling, grease these bitches while my paint peeling, daytons squealing, two towncars hit the low for the a-bar we heatin' up, we streetin' up, ain't strange chiraq youngins be sheetin' up but when that jacket come off oh now you wanna talk? is it fear? these eyes never gonna see a tier, my wish on every burning rock i see, even when it's simple as democracy, when you a ryder there's no advocacy, say goodbye to good, old, malleable me, callous and free, as a spring breeze damn g. |
04-22-2015, 04:51 PM | #9 (permalink) |
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fishscale and puppy tails
moving more weight than farley at chippendales, they tell me thats what my culture entails lost the crease in my pants and them Polish bustys asking me if i can dance, my vision slants but i brought some potent plants, ask the bar for a quote you know i gotta pay the bills, walk with this fire i wrote, came through in a green peacoat with mustard stains, stripes on my shirt like growing pains, osh kosh my frame, my bitch got stretch pants but still whip it like a hurricane im on my shawshank shit, red all in my head like a goldeneye hit oh yeah its her pussy but i've been told it's my clit little wonder how i get the superstition the homies is itching for a mission, not a taco but a fucking pot to piss in, from our lives a lot was missing but I just stepped off the jet we in Dubai with Debra Messing no more stressing, eating the whole bird for them times we ain't even have the dressings count the stacks for them days all we had to count was our blessings, it's just another hour of power from the dour Mr. Sour, don't be shocked if the tarts jump from the highest towers, like Cabrini, Ickes, Taylor Gang mean something different in my city, no Bobby but if you want you can see Whitney i miss that shit, it just hit me. |