I'm living life, steady tryna' finda recipe, for stress relief, affecting my abilities to rest in ease, questioning, testing me, pressing down affecting, everything that I attest to be, Ventin mentally, my opportunity, Will shocks you, as a unity, to breathe a breath of fresh life, to this community. True it used to be, Hard to state your mind, Now the world's a stage, But the whole world is blind I guess its fine, that we dont see, The children cryin, as they grasping at there throats, haven't eat in weeks cause the hard workin folks, put em in a boat, forced there hands hard at work, as they make us fake coats. Take notes, as your gazing at your books, you think you've had it rough But it could've been worse, Think before you spend, just to feed your petty worth. Sent from my SGH-I337M using Grasscity Forum mobile app
I got, lots of opportunity and innovation to blow Straight fuck up, and fuck an inspirational quote And fuck a rap career, cause thats an invitation to grow I used to have a pot to piss in but its shit and it broke I've done a lot of drugs... and shit Im thinking hittin some moe Im think H next shit Imma get it to go.. umm Fuck turnin up Im tunin out, where cid it Im standin on a building bout to jump screamin' bring TRIP Back!
Word to all the mothers... had we not sprung forth from their glorious vaginas, whilst we exist? Nay... thee.. nay..
One word and two feet, Hoppin' up and down the street, Run around, crazy bound, hearin' sounds, Breakin' down from this soarin' cloud, How, how do you move beyond this shroud. Beats kickin' in ya head, A one shot bar kickin' the dead, Windows barred, glass shards, thumpin' hearts, Tearin' it apart, beatin' down the bark, Jumpin' these hoops and keepin' heart. Loudly chanting through the street, Just one phrase put on repeat, Walls shakin', these bombs droppin', dogs barkin', Alarms shriekin' and car windows shatterin', Each step louder than the one before it.
desperado fuck playin the lotto im in it full throttle never catch me sippin the bottle i trust one and that is my gun keep my cartridge loaded so snitches been known to run but i light em up like the sun i can't retreat now, the war has already begun when a man obtains 12 jewels it can be quite fun but his apparent homies are out for more than none the saxman plays a sad note as homies turn slitherin snakes slit his throat
Truth past raps spoke, minds my lines awoke, feeling I evoke from folk And blunts I toke til I choke along with a half dozen lines of coke til the day I fuckin' croak The .45 pistol I stroke and will let smoke, so if it's the beef you provoke, I'm equipped to let the blood soak from your cloak Never that broke joke, Lexus interior lined with oak and exterior yellow, egg yolk Time forward, the beefs cooked and stirred, I'll hunt you like a bird, turn you into a coat that's furred So much paper it's unheard, stay open with the eyes that's third, me I'm referred to as the nerd that's absurd with the word that's never slurred just transferred onto paper that's preferred These verses I assort will take ya straight to lyricist's court, my plans you'll never thwart, in terms of skill don't sell me short cos I extort for sport with no escort from my cohort regardless if you owe child support or you got a habit that involves a snort, give me the cheese or your bones I'll contort, implications impossible to distort, eradicate haters like a wart as they miserably fall short I bring the hurt so meet dirt when I cause blood to squirt onto your polo shirt from these clips I insert \n
Kickin' these rocks along my walk, Down the docks by the bomb shops, Thinkin' about takin' a swim with the dead fish, Floating carcasses go with the wind shift, How do you explain this to the future kids? There are holes in my Earth, Scars that are forever eternal, Like a knife across the eye, And everyone ignores your cries tonight, How do you explain this to the future generation? Skippin' stones off stories of the unknown, I just feel like science should be stronger than this shit, Or maybe I am just naive and we should just believe, This World that fears questions of the present, When they tell us the end won't come again. Because I can tell that no one cares, This was made plenty clear last year, And the one before that, The two before that, And the one before that too.
I feel like I fell off, I can't get the hell off, these pills that cause the spills that I spell off, marbles missin, told some cops that I sell rocks, but they just laughed and said I look well off, suburban white kid on heroin, said I'd never go there again, but went there again, back on the heroin, back to the same gutter, I lacked a sane mother, Crack was her fav but I craved brothers, but never got a true wish, just got two parents who didnt do shit, Wasnt a kid who knew quit, just a bit of crude spit, So I shit a brick and built me a flow, It felt hella cold like wearing kilts in the snow, Slow drips in the nose, seeds stick to ya throat, I leave ya ass broke when I get to the dope,
Scrawling over these wall paintings, Anarchist flames and common disdain, Some call it shame, we call it fame, It's all the same, we all just two-faced, Shaped and braced for the pain. As they say, 'Waitin' for better days,' And this is the game you play with your brain, But no one is gonna pave the way, Nobody is givin' ya this day, Just gotta face it all the same. 'Cause nobody told us life would be like this, They don't write books on this shit, Gotta take them knocks and stand up, Brace for the blast and back shit up, Take those steps on, kicks tightened. Keep on keepin' on is the song, Meters shiftin' keeping with the rhythm, Hit 'em with another shooter of logic, Bust their thoughts and kick up dust, And all 'Just because.'
I hit the blunt hard this asthma got me breathing heavy/ I'm fiending for the funk hold that needle steady/ I'm flexing on these bars y'all niggas need stretching get your weight up/ My dogs burying bones they don't fetch em.. Another blunt down you couldn't Ash Ketchum/ I'm Koffin and Weezing/ My team rock it out in Houston, and I'm from C-O/ iStayJammin the OutKast getting The Love Below/ I mean bitches cock eye me... DeeBo And y'all can't Stan it.... Dido I'm hot dog, coney eyes red man/ How high? I'm high definitely... Sony I stepped my game up like playstation on stairs/ And still the dopest nigga out since Tony/ And I don't even talk money, show me/ And y'all only drop Dymez, Phony Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Forum
I got a million people following me And all these fuckas still can't see me They pass me by and dont say hi Or give me that record deal ive been itchin for but why? Well it's my time to shine Not theres anymore Got this music running through my veins Some shit comes out a little to insane Like there's something wrong with me in the brain But there aint And i just keep going and flowing till i can't think of no more shit I get the weed take 2 hits then pass that shit Got me a little paranoid but mostly im just annoyed I try to contact all these big shots But they never get back to me like if they did they would get shot But they won't They won't get shot Atleast not like biggie or fucking tupac Man if i could have met them i would never be sad again But there time was up before mine began And im still flowing and going with the beat in my head Ill be flowing to the day im dead I may just be a amateur rapper But i got big Ambitions Like i could be the biggest star ever But they still don't want to sign me And no big label wants to find me So im just done with there bullshit Ima just sit back relax and take another hit Cuz thats the shit i do. If u dont believe me well its true. Ima just sit here. And drink this ice cold beer. Yeah ima just sit here and sip on this ice cold beer.
You don't understand, some of us can't go back, Some of us don't have a home to call our own, We didn't get the chance to have what everyone else has, They didn't let us get up before they knocked us back down, And blackjacked our kneecaps to force us on our ass. They didn't want to hear these words we spit, Watch these bandanas tied and middle fingers fly, Molotov cocktails and stones to throw at ya mask, Frustration coupled with anger pissin' on the walls of order, Kickin' down these gates and fences to push our way through. Slamming bricks through the windows of the glass house, Writing all of your failures upon the stained red brick wall, Pleading to have a chance to have our way at it some day, We all just want to succeed like everyone of you do, Why 'cause I'm from the hood you keep me down?
As the day just fades, catch me blazin' eighths on a paper chase chasin' paper planes to pave my way to escape this dangerous gated maze, when the lights turn off I blackout tryin'a bring the power back, life ain't sweet so wonder the kid's got a sourpatch, drowning in quicksand sinking in the hourglass, the late time keeper that lights reefer as a light seeker, tryin'a access these thoughts in my head like a mind reader, I light & blaze 'til I hibernate despite being a light sleeper. Never frozen with cold feet, I'm tap dancing on thin ice, Just a bad habit of a sick mind so let me rock with it like crack addicts that hit pipes. Yeah I was born in paris but I'm gone & vanished since my soul's torn & frantic, I was never prideful but you know when I tower in my city, it's an eyeful/Eiffel!
Yo, Gonna write a verse off the top since it's been a while, had a lot a shit to do, friends been a lil wild, sniffing lines of drugs, errands piling up, haven't been supplyin the rhyming since life's been tough, and it's been a month since I hit a blunt, "Who gives a fuck?" Bitch you can lick my nuts since the only way I relax nowadays is liquored up, fuck sniffin drugs, I need to find a bitch to fuck since I moved to this city I've noticed that misery loves company when you're living comfortable I still freestyled for hip hop when I was pissed off, it's like refusing to give a girl a rimjob, this shit ain't tongue & cheek
There can only be one so here we are you can feel these darts breeding darkness breaching my heart If it's up to me you could fuck with me anyday of the week mayday on the sheets
Kimberly broke my heart into pieces she an artist with feelings I'm a master carcass artisan reeling the ashes of has beens We crash then fire the chauffeur carl when your sober you change too much do drugs till you overdose on glucose
Kind of random, but I tried the non stop writing technique. Focused on syllables. My flow is showing me that I got talent in my mind im not making this flow open and now it is closed and im writing to find the time I can rhyme and decide I am fine to try to spew to few words that make sense to me with such a vocabulary I find it is scary that I can write with such rythm in a non stop fashion just typing and writing what comes to my mind and I find I can write with a flow that wont bite I know this wierd though it comes and it goes back and forth with force of a pendulum swinging instead of just dropping straight dead and forever just moving when I think its screwed in tight in my head and its lashing and fasting itself with such passion relaxed and its mashing perplexed these words clashing building a massing themselves they come crashing down and its lasting quite a long time since ive gone with a different flow now Ill switch it up faster and grow with disaster Sent from my SGH-I337M using Grasscity Forum mobile app
Well I woke up this morning and I got me some head. Busted off in her mouth and kicked her ass outta bed. Split the blunt wraps and I rolled up some hedge Blazin' high grade never fuck with the reg That's why my eyes stay red like the day of the dead Every minute I'm alive I stay boostin' my cred. Bout ta hit 'em with some shit that has never been said. Politicians on a mission steady looking' for reasons A way to put the people in their place they never stop schemin' They always silence the outspoken Leave the good people broken face down in the cement They got a war on drugs, love and anyone who wants to rise above The global takeover is about to begin you better believe it And standing up for our rights and our lives is the only way we can prevent This world is fucked up and only we can redeem it So stand up for yourselves and make changes if you before you leave it...
Ayo it's High've Mind from HP blazin' green on the scene You steppin' to me and it's welcome to the machine Straight up Pink Floyd never slippin' like Freud Leave the track destroyed like I beat it on roids Mechanical beat killin' animal get more brain than hannibal In this arena you're the matador I am the bull You better be quick with the sword Or you'll be left a puddle of gore You wanna tussle I'll go straight Kurt Russell Tie your ass to a bungie cord and throw you overboard Leave hip hop lords at a loss for words And their girls wantin' more Tore the pussy up till it was sore Then bust in her cunt and light up a blunt and across the universe I will soar I've been fucked over before, do it again and I'll settle the score I may sound cold but it's a cold world Thousands die every second it turns Every day a new tragedy occurs We stand by as the terror unfurls Try to forget the countless bombs that our governments hurl They criminalizin' some ferns while they try to keep the lines between murder and duty blurred Putting innocent people in the dirt Too many lies to rightly discern I wonder why do our freedoms disappear while the fire of liberty continues to burn? Should we be concerned?