Everytime I'm rockin' the mic, I blast off like a rock in a pipe, Or rocket fuel through Iraq in the night. A few profit while it rob you of life, Stay tuned, news tellin' you ya doing it right. I ain't talking shit on soldiers that are true to the fight. This one's for all of the posers. Your lyrics filling radio quotas I got flame throwers for all ya's, Scrorchin' when I bus', crowds come like I brought in a tour bus.
"Somebody let me out this limousine, Im a caged demon, on stage screamin' like Rage Against the Machine." Im uh, bout to direct this razor to my wrist and cut cause I hate the scene, and God damn if I make a being cause Im plenty sure he'll be twice as wicked as me, shit, fuck the looney bin, he'll probably make you look crazy prescribe you medcine and make a looney bin that you'll be in,, haahahah I drink my coffee black, but Im sugar cubin it if you dont get it expand the drugs you'va hit, Im just playin.... but hold up on the doobie lit cause I just took a road trip to your city and put somethin unruly in it blabla..bleble
excerpt from a space theme mix tape I'm working on They takin me to space so I can see the world from a far. Maybe I'll see the stars maybe even mars Bitches I Gotta spaceship now so fuck cars my lucks struck now i spit bars about it u been this high? I doubt it I'll be like P, shout bout it bout it but on the moon i'll be Soon y'all will see I'm the baddest motherfucker since the sn double O P D O DOUBLE G Me oh my oh jeremiads up high doe I can't lie though I don't wanna die yo I don't wanna RIP but I'm risking my life the ends near and i fear ill die by the reaper's scythe But I'm on this mission cause I had nothing to lose Forced into submission or overcome I must choose didn't realize they're trying to see if I'll live the chinese can try me i'll give all i can give *Oxygen levels normal* Damn that was a close call Making me morose and all *chatter* *turn around missions over* Ah naw dog don't play me like that I just seen death I feel like a lab rat I didn't care about life but then it before my eyes I got one last try, So i'll continue to fly So now I'm gonna keep moving, beyond our moon I keep grooving
Wrote these about a week apart after trying to recover from a delerious Unisom episode... I spent this 9-11 in the Netherrealm woke up to a google tab; Lexi Belle I guess I was perusin' that... but it looks like I typed it into google maps oh, good god, it's the DPH...* it sunk me like a dreadnought, Chief Keef's braids* I look at my wall and I see these waves deep sea, space and 3D shapes now, you ever seen a cobweb move? I sat and watched it happen with a hogleg doob* never a point to it, left in a void and come to find out, there was NEVER a joint for now, I'm prolly done with the Benadryl I'm tryna box a big Dutch like Semmy Schilt* and I'll pass on the Heaven Hill, tryna remember still 'fore I die in my sleep like a Freddy film *DPH = diphenhydramine (active ingredient in Benadryl/sleep aid) *dreadnought = military battleship/other meaning referring to a dreadlock (knot of hair) *hogleg = local slang for a big joint *Semmy Schilt = big, tall dutch kickboxer/other meaning referring to hot"box"ing a Dutch Master this Bic's a dying light, the strike was lifeless so now I'm w(h)ining like I'm Dionysus...* ...I tried a bit of the ol' ritual madness but all the shit resulted in was pitiful sadness I should've treaded lightly like a Ninja Assassin now there's pressure on my nerves like the Kiss of the Dragon* minimal action, prolly why I'm still in a panic habitual status?...a killable habit the pills in the cabinet? I'm ill from the tablets I don't need to sleep as badly as I will in a casket *"Dionysus is the god of the grape harvest, winemaking and wine, of ritual madness and religious ecstasy in Greek mythology." *refers to the pressure point death dealt with in the Jet Li movie of the same name
Organic flow, all natural drinkin natural ice I aint even have to practice this Im naturally nice Im just spittin in the cypher with a natural mic I dont need a fucking chain man Im Naturally ICED Oh lord, doin drugs thats not naturally right so Im snatchin a life with every actual type click, its not practical, shit a couple times I practically died so how am I supposed to live and be a natural type? iteee... do you hear me do yuh hear me Spit shots fired and now everybody clearin like uh
Takin steps Movin on Doing my best; Like Bond I take the gun, Philosophical gum, To this feeling of love We all carry 'round our backs The sacred Dove To put onto our packs So I move on, far beyond This physical prison Fear, the great common. To kill it, we release Spiritual waves, akin to great beasts To step up is to take up. Sent from my iPod touch using Grasscity Forum
The herb is lit but this happiness artificial. Need a permanent fix, but for now I'll ignore the issue. And people be hollering out, what is wrong with you. It's really long list dude, inner dialogs like they don't get you. I'm going mental, loaded questions like a pistol. Hard to tell myself you're the shit after all I put them through. But after what I been through, it proves that honestly I'm more heaven sent than sinful. And damn sure ain't a bitch dude. I'm bringing heat like a bitch do. I bleed my heart out, some of these dogs only flow once a month like they on they're menstrual. No barking your noticing that I bit you. Sink(sync) my teeth in, to the beat and, easily defeat you. These missiles seek to, greet competition with combustion. I'm my only opponent going for self destruction. They saw me clutching, my hands on the pew. Hands on the devil's hips, like we dancing in the room.
I went to sleep cuffin with a bottle of Jameson Woke up with a pot of gold tryin to find which state I'm in Plus the bitch tall with her mouth on my balls mumblin' somethin like, "so tell me what's your name again?" I said Danny Boy, I looked around the way and then I was wearing all green, had a pipe fulla haze and its quite possible my beard grew about 4 times the size turned red, and I dont remember MIA with to many white blonde babes in it .. hold up, and these are garbage hills, they're all green like the haze I hit alright this is stupid...
Yes I am back You can tell cause my lyrics are le-thal Rockin your mind like there atomic an there's nothing you can do to stop- it Reach in my pocket pull out a docket No you can't guess the price on it I'm flowing an your swaying An I don't understand how people believe in Jesus an they drinking & swearing an still puttin they hands together praying I just eat an shred the dead with the bread an sometimes mix it with my meds Use your head to read what I'm sayin I told you once before I use subliminal text It's not to be fucked with An as you can tell I'm under the influence Moved by the brain sick The beats an the flow you know you just gotta go with it Pull away from reality Mind in a full blown fantasy Hittin the ground hard when I come to an can't do shit cause it's gravity, ya still followin me? If not catch up quick Run if you have to cause no one likes to be behind You'll just end up asking questions what did I miss who is this and why the fuck did I read all of this? Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Forum mobile app
slowly fading in and out of concious/ Finger on the trigger being taken as a hostage/ Never worried how another man livin/ If it aint bout the profits stop it i aint listenin/ These bars my prescription In advance to i stand alone/ Just couldnt see a bright future through a camera phone/. Know she'll do anything when the cameras on/ Sapiosexual baby girl is never gone/ Lemme show why i stand from the rest/ plan to be most loved before i beat the best/ ace in the whole to make these jokers second guess/ Trippin off different dimensions but didnt do acid yet/ Note/ This a time to remember/ Flow colder than london nights in december/ Niggas leavin you a cold corpse you catch a temper/ these fallacies disrupt my thoughts never my center/ Bet you never seen somen so profound/ Who woulda thought id have this kinda vision now/ See you preachin bout the knowledge but nigga how?/ From what it sounds/ Couldnt even pass the final round/ JESUS GOT SHOT IN THE FACE
Stalk broker, crop grow and top over, barely cop blow but always fresh chopped colas, i do got a problem, aint scared to admit it but i am scared to be admitted and have to resolve it
Got a phone call last night Grandmother says she seen the light Fading in an out of conscious Cancer an tb is responsible Why does ones life lead to so many others in a troubled daze She looking skinny Hand barely keepin steady while swerving through traffic I'm thankful for the paramedics running red lights Never seen my dads skin look so white rest of the family look glazed in fright for her life I guess we all go when the time is up As if times for me aren't already rough enough still gotta stand buff. Thanks op for the thread cause without it all these magnificent lyrics we read all would be dead, I mean not even said. It's helped me with some shit in my head cause if you where to read most of my shit it's nearly all real life drama. Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Forum mobile app
This is about a demon of mine(not literal, metaphorically, ten points for anyone who guesses what it's actually about You haunt me in my dreams Make me question my heart You have me tearing at the seams Painting you in my thoughts as art Spinning the music you create in my soul Helplessly falling into this torturous hole Hooked me with your eyes, bringing me to highs, yet poisoning me with lye, your skin makes me want to tell lies, make compromises just to hear you speak, your words become prizes, am I freak or am I just weak, tangled in you and your mystique, I'm holding on my rope, standing on a slippery slope, walked through hell many times before, ripped myself into pieces, destroyed my very core, my entire body, my brain it seizes Falling into your gravity, my heart at full capacity, my feelings definition of opacity, testing my sanity, stroking my vanity, proving my barbarity Like a splinter embedded in my flesh Your essence and mine enmesh Please I'm begging lemme out of the rack, give me my mind back, it's time to be hung, drawn, and quartered, inside shaken and stirred, this is absurd, can't even put it in words, so I'll fall on my swords, never escaping your beautifully toxic chords
I can't blast through this glass wall, Gotta watch these steps as they move along, People creepin' in different ways, Praise is fake settled in the lake today, Shake this hate and keep pace. One step in front of the other, And another two backwards, Couldn't even think of payin' forward, Absurd, overboard, these doors, The nerve, lookin' so sure, boardin' up the future. Starin' at the sky dancin' to the stars, Beam me up, get me the fuck outta here, I'm tired, beat up and poor, Hatin' this daily fuckin' chore, Turn on the TV, another dead girl. Fuck this World.
My girl passed me the blunt then she ran into the kitchen, came back in a minute later saw me sleeping where I'm sitting, Started giggling, Drawing penis pics all over my chin an shit, This bitch just got me good i must slept sitting up again. Whats up with this i keep on getting too fucked up, Guess i been working too much and i ain't sleeping enough, Shits rough. I want that money an its always on my thinking cap, But that's the USA they try n keep u thinking certain ways. Hell Ain't it funny when i think I'm bout get some cash, All i think is how that pay will change me on a day to day. That shit is cray that ain't the way to make your way threw life, But if we don't get this money they gonna shut off he lights, Fuck that, they fags, bet I'mma fly right over em I'll pay my bills with 3 seeds under high pressure sodium's. Guaranteed the most potent smoke you'll ever take home with ya, kinda shit you take a hit an forget your own damn phone number. Sent from my Galaxy Nexus using Grasscity Forum mobile app
It's 1:44 in the morning Shit on my mind there ain't no time for yawnin Not even a rub of the eyes so no way they gettin sore An I'm takin another hit but it's not makin me sleep Just a lil drowsy An if ya know me you know that I'm a slight insomniac Walk around in the woods pitch black Lookin for weed stash There's a nice place where I can grow my weed at Croc infested waters where I'm planting at dare anybody else to come across that an if you do hope you don't survive a vicious attack Twinkle twinkle little star guid me back to my car wife thinks I'm crazy an she admits I've got heart But it's a passion Taken lesions from some of your grow journals if you see this I wouldn't be smokin the dank so thank you Last session I lost my mind Grew my plants at home, next door neighbour land lord daughter If she'd open her mouth I'd a let my women at her an if her man step a step to far I'd a stopped him an rocked him back where he starts Unbury the gun in the garden see if they would continue running they flaps, cock back it's a real gat Luckily for me I lst my green That sativa really likes to test it's heights the growth an the smoke has the same effect on my eyes I'm sstoked save the roach for when I'm living the off pay week bein broke Scrap the resin if I've had some bongs feel good again while I cruise along. I'm surprised you've read the lyrics to this in my head song. Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Forum mobile app
This one needs some background music. Get the rhythm right and you'll hear something that's actually not bad.. At least to me. 0:25 is the time to start. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZnZZ6WHKJk As the rain drops falling gonna cloud your vision I'mma bust into rhymes like it's nuclear fission. Droppin' bombs on the crowd like in Nagasaki Bet you didn't even know words could get this hot, see? I'll draw the crowd in and bust a phat rhyme Make the bass explode and then they will know that this motherfucker's music makes the subs go boom bring a tear to your eyes, even makes you groove and when it's all said and done we will be as one live in peace at least until the song is done 'til then my friend I think we all will know that at least my voice, it aint just for show I may be from the south and be white as snow but my words, like the water just run and flow Just like the ripples on top of the lake I speak of truth to my audience to make them 'awake.' like the ebb and flow in the ocean's tides our friends will come and go and live and die and wipe out but try to see the good in life or you'll never stop hurting and you know I'm right