Visualizin the realism of life and actuality Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary And my mentality is, money orientated I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition Keepin the effervescence street ghetto essence inside us Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high Cause life's a bitch and then you die
Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine You feel the ambiance, y'all *****z just rhyme By the ounce dough accumulates like snow We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show; you feel me? Factions from the other side would love to kill me Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat Fuck em, we hate a ***** lovin this life In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin my life Hospital days, reflectin when my man laid up On the Uptown high block he got his side sprayed up I saw his life slippin, this is a minor set back Yo, still in all we livin, just dream about the get back That made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me" I'll do you one better and slay these *****z faithfully Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process and I ain't got nothin but time I had near brushes, not to mention three shots close range, never touched me, divine intervention Can't stop I, from drinkin Mai-Tai's, with Ta Ta Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight Potnah, I'm still spendin money from eighty-eight... what some jay for yall
[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FM3X9qTaji4]Gravediggaz - Dangerous Mindz (Omega One Remix) - YouTube[/ame] The first verse: Yo, hah yo, rahh, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo... Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through shootouts And you doubt God exists, when hard fists be poundin on your head like jackhammers You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter seconds after that you fade out, you're played out, you're laid out Your heart nearly gave out, you're lucky that you made out with just a few scars when the beating ends The streets [sniff] let ya breathe again But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end of Universal Law, I'm callin on the meek and the poor To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this My sword hits the human orb until it orbits In the art of war kids see Grym Reap be morbid Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration and twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan I'm ancient as 'amen', see I stay Grym Throwin fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin Which trap the sinners in, to sell such in Sing-Sing I bring Grym tidings, tidal-ed/titled your wave all not exciting Stop riding the dick, start writin your own shit Cause I stick figures that think they fat and can't rap wind blast I make em Slim Fast, lookin like stick figures I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer Grym will mentally chop your career See shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears Escape outta your ducts every time you hear my name you better duck fate, or catch a fuckin face full of duct tape You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey
[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxnb8RsiumU]One Be Lo - "Rabbit Food" - YouTube[/ame] Lettuce Begin The veggie-table of contents I give you a parsnip-pet When then DJ start to Spin-ach I put the songs on wax, they want a couple pears (pairs)... Search da barrel for bad apples but none is there now I plant seeds and bury the bone in different area codes on blackberry, macintosh or windows Easy a peel (appeal) like bananas The man with the plan-tain Keepin it organic Over deez golden beets I y'am so sweet A different grain, I'm known to rice on a beach U could say I'm a fungi party in a plush room You feelin blue in ya small world- like mushrooms It aint hard to tell a smurf from a Gargamel Father, Sun Tzu strategy, behind my art of sale Protect ya Neck-tarine Cuz all these crabs in a bucket.. Just wanna see ya record sales Plum-met Crime pays but you not a felon Honeydew jail Waiting for dispatch like a watermelon I'm in the lime light, not because my art is sellin' Rhymes Automatic- lemon squeeze like mac 11 Now Who's that Pecan thru my window Pow!!! nobody now dats ta-ma-to You might say ta-may-to I'm 24 carrot underground Just imagine if my sound made it mango They say its for the love and the Passionfruit That's when I say get deez nuts, we got checks to cash-ews... I got a academia in macadamia Neva like pimp-artichoke- slappin ladies up... I metaphor (met her for) pickles in the jar Or- I might blaze grapes in her face, Still raisin the bar And you granola emcees can't handle those I see cabbage folks they see antelope Green Machine like McHale Kevin I'm chile chill red is familiar, my name ring a bell pepper "Stalking" ya' "ears", you might turn corn Same rappers turn “pop†when the heat turn on When the flame turn orange Time to do dat shit... If its still hard to be leave I prune that shit Pomegranate don't panic, I'm the cherry on top of the Ice Cream I squash beef, Thank you berry much peas
Eminem - Say Goodbye to Hollywood I don't wanna quit, but shit, I feel like this is it For me to have this much, I feel like this is sick This is not a game, this fame, in real life this is sick Publicity stunt my ass, can sue my fuckin' dick Fuck the guns, i'm done, i'll never look at gats If I scrap, i'll scrap like I ain't never whooped some ass I love my fans But no one ever puts a grasp on the fact i've sacrificed everything I have I never dreamt i'd get to the level that i'm at, this is whack This is more than I ever could of asked everywhere I go, a hat, a sweater hood, or mask What about math, how come I wasn't ever good at that It's like the boy in the bubble, who never could adapt, i'm trapped If I could go back, I never woulda rapped I sold my soul to the devil, i'll never get it back I just wanna leave this game with level head intact Imagine goin' from bein' a no one to seein', everything blow up and all you did was just grow up emceeing It's fuckin' crazy Cause all I wanted was to give Hailie the life I never had But instead I forced us to live alienated, so i'm sayin'... one of my favorites