Days are lost inside his train of thought Paid the cost to ride, stain the walls Hanging off the side to claim the cars Name is scrawled across the length of all before taking off Redefine the speed of light just easing by, they ain't as raw Had to get away from y'all, trips down memory lane Steady engraving every page with chalk outlines Nothing tossed aside until the doors open and I spot the light
Wrote this to curren$ys money shot. Curren$y - Money Shot Feat. Mac Miller Instrument…: http://youtu.be/jqZCazrZqdo Another night at home, all stoned Like where the microphone, Lighter, bong, raw papers, Loaded look like baked potatoes, All in favor hit it, chase it taste the flavor feeling good but feeling great a minute later. Im a patient Waiter, I keep it moving too smooth to walk amongst fools, Rules get broken, but the joke is that they'll never notice, I feel the movement soaking threw me got my lungs full, Full a smoke just tryna cope, so i can keep my focus, People think they seen a ghost riding with me, I just think they seen the smoke from that last blunt that i finished. Forget it y'all bitches fuck your superstition your past wishes, I pass bitches, you still in her face with that ass kissing, This fast living, Ya this going down like we ship wrecked, Hold on to them lady's with fake tiity's an big breast's, Rolling with my homies bumping something from slick rick, Never gave a shit, if the seats down. I still piss. Piss away. like every fucking memory, Here today gone tomorrow, Wonder why i fucking bother. Make some profit for a week or two Then need some food, Pay the rent, see whats due, pay that too, now what to do? I Hustle! I don't give a fuck ill grow a jungle out it Come arrest me bitch ill take the grow op out to humble county, Fight to find me, perfect timing got my Heine cracked, Tell the police suck a dick quit bitching cause your timings bad.
So You don't like how i spit? Then Fuck you and your bitch, Please Feel free to pop my CD out an shit on the disk, Then Throw that shit out your whip, Aim it straight for the ditches, Ill Give it 30 minuets till some kid comes over and sniffs it, wipes the shit off just to give it a listen, Uh Shits official, Now he bumps it down the street like every chance that he gets to. This that brand new edition, This That rock you been missing, hope you Come get a fix enjoy the trip while you listening.
Sometimes it's just me and her, my reason to live Keys to the crib and seasonal trips to see the world The feeling is sick, she's keeping me on the ledge I used to wake up screaming in sweat Now it's peace when I rest with her next to me in the bed She knows that when I need to be alone with my thoughts I'm not just blowing her off, she's holding the walls Helps me stayin control of my art and Get in the zone til I'm lost and ignite the path I've chosen to walk
Problems, we all have em, stuffed inside of bottles and locked in all attics. Manic sporadic shattered facts will leave you blue, with two shades of grey that bleed profusely through. Hue, are you? What defines your colors? We are just paintings of eachothers mothers, fathers, and fallen brothers. Ill faded drawings of yet the same colors, hung up, strung up, on the walls of our covers. My mind is deflated, these walls are still caged in, these labyrinths and corridors, pulling through mazes. Fazes and strange thoughts cluttered disdained lots, of empty compassion tapping in stained cloths. I gaze off, as i fumble with these stage props, i peel back my face to reveal as it breaks off. I closely admire what transpired of these fake talks, as broken lonely muttered, abstract feelings start the day off. I attest to follow all these hollow footsteps till I cant stop, jumping all these hurdles left and burrowed from todays walk. Sent from my SGH-I337M using Grasscity Forum mobile app
My intestines like intentions, all of them gone to shit, my minds my only weapon, got my finger on the trig, study all my sides and add me up just like some Trig, I'm smoking heavy, see these eyes, it's not hard to admit, the cycle runs repeat in my mind just like cassette, so you should know you're pushing death when hands wrap round your neck, I don't mean no disrespect but I'm so blunt without the wrap, weed inside my console, riding high just like a jet. (I don't rap, I just make the beats haha) Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Forum
Long hair dont give uh - like I never seen scissors Tummy hungry for some money Like I never seen figures They talk guns boom bang but they never seen triggers My unc got an armory you never seen bigger But enough of that Im on some never seen WINTER Cause Im hotter than a MFER Letters seem BIGGER Oh... wait.. the beat stopped.. so uh...
Hold up though A lot of mf actin Judas Iscariot, Im body every beat til Im bodied and they bury it But my body, cant be held Im so arrogant they probably take me up in space on a black horse and a chariot ugh, life sister is death I saw they bitch we got married with a bottle of SKOL vodka so big I couldnt carry it Had me up in ICU a little scary when I see dead PEOPLE like that blonde hair kid I had to ferry lift like the Odysey down in Hades til I said fuck this Im gonna parry with life, cause if this bitch wanna hit like a man she gettin very hit Im smokin loud Im very lit, I never had a cherry rip Fucking strictly slaughters you can have the Mary's kid Aww shit, Im feeling very dangerous This liquor got me on my viking shit RAH I aint sparing shit Merciless whenever I ever Im on a verse its just such a shame they cant hang with me Im hangin off the very cliff .... wait thats a cliff hanger
https://soundcloud.com/jeremiah-milli-n/gavins-pond line up straps and get in the whip you know these nigga trapped when I'm packing an extra clip and take a sip nigga. robbed a liquor store and then dip nigga alizee get me faded stacks of racks I'm getting paid I faked making g tracks I didn't know what to say But heres what I'm living day to day Hear the story. I'll give ya play by play used to walk through the woods my feet deep in mud 3 years old being bold didn't give a fuck back when I played soccer at gavins pond Thats when I met benjy we were just kids having fun and now we're back in the same place in a daze smoking bong fourteen years later and we're back at gavins pond. \nStill in the same place, 781 is where I'm from and life's a rat race Shit done changed but we're still here, Things get more fucked up every year Posted up waiting for more weed to smoke theres a dude in street wear in sharon woods if need toke green crack need man that shit is hella dope in the years passed niggas was hung on ropes time had come song sung these kids doing d don't have no hope hanging with thugs n doing drugs its a slippery slope homie i went to preschool with start doing d he had a bad liver quit living it wasn't cool with me And my other dude was so jacked up he od'd Man, i guess it ain't cool being a dope fiend I'm thinking about life and what's beyond Just chilling, smoking at gavins pond
Overseer in orbit, central star body enormous/ My power generated, children below absorb it/ Sustaining all life with simple energy emitted/ All powerful father, sight even resists to glimpse this/ Sole controller of the system, egocentric as ever/ Attempt to get close to me, I commence as a shredder/ Clever with any endeavor deadly defense calculated/ The propensity of my intensity is non debated/ Bully foremen inflicts torment on servants of Mother Nature/ Laugh at comedic tries to water the surface while I all day burn/ When will they learn I destroy plant matter at midday/ Yet few nourish prior to my arrival and assist in the slay/ Witness dismay as the frail Mother takes a lengthy beating/ And tries to use less of my energy just aren't succeeding/ With interweaving of gadgets held vital to civilization/ My micro selves managing the screens that they gaze in/ Perpetuating a cycle they swore never to continue/ But my genetics multiplied into beings is more than they can attend to/
Yo shout out to all this jewelry. I'm just speaking to the future me. Who knew spittin' all this fire could give you two degrees. I flow with greens, that means, a couple G's at least. With all these sixteens unleashed. Burnin' you and a hundred MC's. Pursuing dreams, like police that's pursuing the fiends. With a crack rock stashed in his sock or his jeans. Bagged up, all these bodies like I'm killin' with these. Stealin' your soul like thieves, now ya feel how mine leaks? Country kid but I struggled like I come from the streets. Still struggle the plot thickens on e-ver-y beat. Come with words so sickening it'd cure a disease.
A militant mind with ill intent towards the pigs and feds, Beyond disrespect, homicidal thoughts fill my head, Don't think an officer's brave just cause he walks with a gauge I might be slurred off that drank, or chiefing a blunt, And the money I make, it's reason enough, To splurge on the finer shit I been burning all kind of piff Once the syrup and sprite is mixed I return to the night again, Still stuck with the old me got no love for the police, So it's fuck what they told me I'm bumping my own beat, Rather get caught with a stray or be locked in a cage Before talking on tape, I can take a loss and be straight, It's how I was taught to behave from what I saw in my days, In the land of the lost and the brave, the west side of Thieveland, Gotta rely on your instincts or it's X-Files for the precinct There's a lot more to say just watch The First 48 The next time that you're thinking you won't get rocked for that chain
''Transported in moments of eternity piercing howls of disparity cashed in gloom; crushing bloom unheard pleas, caged in moon radiating reflections of sick societies monstrosities... Walking, I spot these glances jet black eyes of terrible potency these faces... This bearer of light, slowly, ever so slowly, with hopes I might be me, be me simply.''
My boy died, I try to cry but the tears won't come So I get high then get higher so I can feel more numb Nine to five just to survive make me feel so dumb I know why I wanna die, is cuz I feel no love I've tried and I've tried but I can't get near noone Maybe my mind is fried is why I can't feel noone It's like I've died inside I want to kill someone If I could fly, I'd fly til I'm too near to the sun
Im white im fly im a stand out guy Im shining bright cant keep me down the buns are my flavour dont go no pie shout me out im a home boy now dre on the table yella on the cut flow is jank, beat is tank smoking on that sweet purp dank if im hungry i gotta eat beat puts me back on my feet im out here, come hear me now im not gonna sell out take your time im still cranking these silly lame rhyme if you think im a silly heap why dont you just go bopeep Straight freestyle with no fucks given.
Im spittin bars in my due time as my soul placement foiled in soil basins do incline For the meantime im still enthrilled and cashing all of these cheques From bullet casings to cases of special affects blessed with potential distress mixing and dishing disrespect to keep fellows in check, i keep em questioning there desire to live, pullin their brain back flippin their lids giving these kids something to play back to factual disses reminiscing on why they actually missin, Facts are tactfully given by presence of another division within my essence ill leave you evidentfully listed on a visage to many messages to this god to get what you Want when you spit off to what you see when you lift off to another galaxy. So spit your writtens and keep playin to the past threats, to many dummies infront me causing trainwrecks, erecting plausible causes for unknown mundanes your thoughts a process of just another crash test
Just some bs i got sidetracked with Sometimes I ponder how they going on about nada, Even when we both, yada yada what you're hollering's hollow I follow through with the truth, watch it spew from the bottom Your blahs get booed from the room, son what you doing around us, Time for that new stuff I'm proud of, you fools can do what you wanna I'ma just resume with the process, chew up your thoughts, and, lugie em outta here
No time for me to make it. Instead I'm Wastin time facin lines for meditation. I barley get enough sleep to say that I'll awaken. But safely enough if I'm awake I stay baked man. Always chasing cake but never seem to get ta Taste it. If I made a hundred dollars 99 would go to case man. Please don't ever say that what I make is not adjacent, to any nigga clockin marijuana in his basement. You ask me for a quarter and pull up without the cake man you best believe my 40 gone be pointin at Ya face man. Turk is in the building making niggas lose they face man. Instead of actin tough you should be worried bout your statement. Nikka Tuckerjonesisreal
Matter of fact let me switch it up. I spit flame so ass backwards niggas try to pull they pants down, and dixk it up. That faggot shit, I ain't never gone be with it dog. You come around me talkin slick I keep a semi dog. Mothersfuxkers hear me dog, my guns near me dog. I keep the hollow body shotty in my fuckin kitchen yall. And best believe that when it kicks them rounds be hittin yall. & chop a motherfucker down like niggas splitting logs. Tuckerjonesisreal
Just another marionette puppet, With the strings all attached, Clap back with the wooden sock, Trapped in this majestic prism prison, Crack before tomorrow. Come back from the black, Repeat that same tired track, Rewind the tape before you return it, Careful though, the machine is watching, Look up at the camera mounting, see it? The string tugs again, Music repeating over and over again, This is the definition of insane, Trace the line across the divide, And ride this intercontinental pride. They say 'free' like it was born today, Or like it was never truly molded, Melted down and melded, Bolted to this stone tower's door, And lit to flame for the disgrace.