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Take a step in the hood it's more or less my neck of the woods.
Only difference you'll find is blocks ain't next to the woods.
And sidewalks will not define what the resemblance was.
We all confined by the perimeters that limiting us.
[Like] Cops running special ops for an adrenaline rush.
Aggressive tactics, try to fight back and you're getting jumped.
After that, [you're] sent to court where he is friends with the judge.
Can't pay a lawyer so they pick public defenders for us.
Predicament ended this way 'cause in their heads we did drugs.
Like many struggling pedestrians on penny incomes.
That move plenty for funds, hustlin' to get what they want.
Is it the inner city? Is it the country it's from?
The politics involved responsible for every symptom?
Nobody hiring. Violence, poverty, drugs.
Divides homes like a cyclone was ripping it up.
And all these problems are the kinda things that misery loves.

 

emotions filled with rage/ imprisoned in a cage/ no escape/ i'm being taunted like my lifes a game/ minds haunted mane/ there's bad shit goin through my brain everyday/ i'm smokin mj just to ease the pain/ every morning look in the mirror and wonder what my lifes worth/ eight out of my nine lives are gone/ shit which crimes the worst?/ i'm cursed/ forced to stare death in the eyes/ watch the reaper rise/ soon to be presented to me is my demise/ do or die/ must decide my lifes on the line/ i'm shook/ look up at the clock/ my times almost up/ i need to make some changes in my life while i still can/ see visions of my death in the future with the way i'm livin/ sinister intentions takin over make me livid/ demons tryin to steal my soul, such dark ambitions/ can't fight back against the monster i created/ now i'm on my knees prayin to god askin why i'm a victim?/

 

Cruisin laid back In the jalopy with a spanish bitch that call me papi, you can't stop me like I was rocky yeeeeaahh bitch im cocky but how the fuck could I not be? These rappers is sloppy and I'm probably top 3, alter ego like shock g, motherfucka watch me

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It's crazy how I look back at some past writtens, and they represent myself now better than when I wrote them. Like most shit I write about my life becomes even more prominent in the future.

 

My heart's been played like the strings of a harp/ 
The melody plays into a delicate fade/ 
But the silence stays, and reminds of the pain/ 
As it sinks in and thrives circling in the brain/ 
A lingering stain scarred over makes me grimace to gaze/ 
Into that mind file, only memories are contained/ 
And now tainted when the fate of unfaithfulness is detected/
 I learn the finest lesson reworking my perspective/ 
The words inside her aren't regressing, keeps repeating the phrase/ 
‘You've been morally unjust‘, at her conscience it eats away/ 
Working the way to the core, on the emotions it feasts/ 
The constant pang of regret is a beast that won't release/ 
Until the moment's reached where a snap is put in effect/ 
The innocent paying a debt for a quarrel not put to rest/ 
Or the dormant death's been swept to the back-burner to slowly perish/ 
But forever replaying, subtly felt if she can't hear it/

 

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Plans for the top, who thought that life would hand me a mop.
From mayor of Ranson to a damn janitor's job.
The land of the robbed, from aunts to grandfather's deprived.
I'm like an insect under convex lenses, thangs can get hot.

 

It's a cold world so I try to make sense(cents) out of a dollar & a dream
in the bottom of the pocket in my jeans, there ain't a problem when I'm promised to achieve
but bloodshed's dealt for success so I draw conclusions before I get caught in illusions.
a carnivore practicing the art of war with a spartan's sword; feel the pain rush
soon as the blade cuts, heart pumping feelin' anxious
when I make blood stain from the paint brush onto the canvas
trying to get my message heard, obsessed with words
so I connect & express the terms of respect I earned
reflect lessons learnt with scents of herb
I light the piff since life's a bitch so with death I flirt
but now I'm pouring my heart out when I'm pouring 40's at the edge of curbs.
Keep getting ignored like a pocket dial but I'm like a foster child; I've seen a lot of gone faces
constantly placed in places where I embraced displacement,
feeling ready to snap like a crocodile waiting

 

"I dont make black music, I don't make white music" 
I make that coke binge OD and lose your life music
SUI-CIDE music,that fuck around and die to it 
So take the whole thing fuck around and die to it like
follow the knife vertical down the dotted line music, 
that jump into the highway screaming, "I'm THRU IT!"
that Im not gonna fuck around and let time do it
Murder myself in the studio screaming IM MUSIC

 

Spit on the track naw I BARF like Im dyin
Long hair no fucks with the HEART of a lion
You CLUB rappers never could be on PAR with my SCIENCE
Catch me CUTTiN heads off with the bars like the MAYANs
Took the cheese out the moon now I'm HArvesting Titan
with a patch on my third eye at the BAr like A PIRATE
You a little fly but you FAR from a Pilot
no jewels.. just two jewels and dick HArd as a DIAMOND
so if the bitch wana CUT she can SCAR on my PRIVATES

 

Yeah, floatin on a kush cloud, fuck them sticks and seeds, all i smoke is loud. Sippin lean, poppin pills, while im breaking down, sippin henny think im bout to cop a 40 ounce. Ha i think thats my potion, smoking hella trees in the forrest, got a stoner rollercoastin! We smokin and chokin, this weed so potent, i swear everything around me is going in slow motion. Blunts, Dabs, Pipes, i can handle it, smoking ok this kush got me feelin like a mannequin. If i drop the blunt, its a bet i will be scrambling, gas mask on, lookin like richard hamilton.
And i will be smoking till im layin flat in the ambulance.

Roll Another One.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpEK0KsF_yc

I'm Stone-cold, I stunner anyone, D.T.A, 
I don't trust anyone in any form-or-shape.
Red-rum, judgement-day, I see-through like x-ray,
the-two-faced-ways people portray day-by-day.
I fucking dump the remains of fake people in ashtrays,
and mutilate and maim ex-girlfriends, and castrate,
their-behind-my-back-boyfriends just trapped in caskets,
just taped-up and wrapped in metal-wire and plastic.
I smoke Weed-to-unwind and maybe put up my feet,
and put my problems behind and just-watch them all repeat.
Take a back-seat in life, keep all my issues discreet,
but the Devil's doing his evil deeds inside my mind and making it bleed.
Paste his Satanism for haters upon a rhythm,
I rape a composition erasing-the-competition,
debased like circumcision, disgraced by my precision,
an apparition, a tactician, musical technician.
I'm the Devil's sick-infested-seed, only contested,
by emcees detested that are signed and invested,
but lack a message or method and are all just destined,
to be digested by perfected lines from my perspective.
If I could make a living of killing these women I would,
I really should, I'm unforgiving, love sinning, and blood,
Call me a sick-fuck? I call it misunderstood, I gush floods,
from bodies of bitches I've buried in ditches under the mud.
Split rappers like decimals, left as paralytic vegetables,
and verbally-break every bone inside their skeletal,
claim I'm not credible, get stabbed in your intestinal,
and scratched out retinal's and scarred-up from chemicals.
I participate in letting blood-spray inside the alleyways,
decapitate my prey, then dump their ashes in my ashtray.
I lace what I blaze with the burnt-remains of rhyming fakes,
like Drake, Gucci Mane, and Wayne.
These whack wannabe 2Pac's-just lack the talent and pack,
less of a punch than fags-with-fractured-fists, but I smack,
words like Shakespeare dosed on crack amidst a boxing match,
with his pad trying to write his next act with the ink on his hands. 
Conjuring twisted-and-sick lyrics from Satan-himself,
conquering-with-sadistic-assistance it's blatant ill-health.
Honouring-the-atheistic with the-mystic-linguistics I tell,
bitch, you can go to Hell with me if you ever think I'll sell.

 

What the fuck was going on bro? I know it's cold shit,
But you needed to speak your mind, instead of letting the coke spit.
It wasn't making no sense, and neither were you,
But I seen you reaching for help and so I'm seeing this through.
What had to happen was the best thing; I couldn't let you crash here
So I had to let you crash, cuz you couldn't listen to facts.
On Sunday we got you back; dropping the mannerisms we would soon spot,
As something Drew had, but now it's Jukebox.
I seen how the name killed you. Something hurt you inside.
Shoulda figured someone so lively had that purpose and pride.
You wanted to burn the damn stake. For what? I still don't know,
But I hope to see you sober soon to give you a firm handshake.


Where the fuck are the vets at? Somebody please help get this thread up and at it again

 

Been out n about, now its time to shout,
Let all you fools hear what I'm about,
Throwin it out there without a doubt,
Smokin on buddha to increase my clout,
Take one puff and you know its legit,
Get that shwag away, I don't smoke shit,
What would you do for another hit?
Sling it, steal it, sell your soul,
Best watch out, I'm on a fuckin roll,
Yeah I keep spittin while I pack this bowl,
Santa brought coal cause you got no style,
Did you get your rhymes from a walmart aisle?
Why you tearin up, hurt by the truth,
Your flappin around like your stuck in the booth,
dont quit your job or you'll loose that roof,
Plus you won't be able to fix that snaggle tooth.
I play with you while i spit this rhyme,
Yes this is how i spend my time,
Now look at your face, ever seen such red?
Makin it easy while I stack this bread,
Words in my head, bitch in my bed,
What I read, I could spit dead,
Observe lax's lyrical lead,
appreciate the sound aimed at your head. 
 
 
Words in my head, bitch in my bed - my favorite!

 

I grow tired of turning the other cheek, sick of decoding your doublespeak, forgiving where you're faulted , dismissing any shortcoming
All while building you up until you're exalted, the pieces are crumbling, the ground is rumbling, the fault lines there, ready to collide without a care, rupturing gas lines, IED and land mines, flooding streets, cracked asphalt, shattered concrete, it's all turned to salt, it's all turned to tar,
A dying star.

 

http://soundcloud.com/dreadheadstuff/strawberry-milk



AN UNDERCOVER ALIEN

 

Anxiety, that will be the death of me,
ultimately the flight of me. Every second
guess is getting the best of me, privately.
Try to be perceived to fit in, but silently
Wondering why I was subpoena'd for writ
it's in cite of me


I need to get some recording tools.

 

Who wants to hire me? Tho dire it's no rhetoric,
I'll lie upon being fired, denying me's of benefit,
I'm shady.. To keep it real, I'm pretty lazy..
Blowing 8ths daily don't excuse my behavior,
but it do make me crazy, assuming
every move is sin and due in the making,
It's no free will, except the times we go spree pills,
roll to chief kill, to get away from Sobery feels,
I'm through with the hatred