Rhyming calmer mind disorder, how much longer does this coma take Till I wake up in a normal state, Threw a mortal through a portal to the holy gates told him wait a minute this isn't the shit that motivates, I don't understand, I don't wanna another plan I just wanna change these hands please god wont you take them back. Ah geeze I don't understand, I mean, nothings ever changing everything remaining, only sees the same scene and it seems like im failing But where the fuck am I supposed to aim, Honest but I've fallen off the tracks My train of thought is modest but its only running laps And im caught up in the past, I was brought up way to fast I just want my seconds back I just want a second chance. Sent from my SM-G930W8 using Grasscity Forum mobile app
Man you got me in attack mode. Spraying my ambition on you. My flows switches while yours is so simple, you should call it Jack, yo. I got the discipline of classical, with facts that you can't fathom so I'll take a radical step back and I'll, treat you like a toddler on a tricycle. I'll have you choking like you need some fucking Rolaids. Yo flows so slow you'll have me dying, from old age. I need a necromage, my pencil always wrecks the page. I'll leave with your bitch cause I'm as cool as a snow day. Now on to some real shit, how about this clash of an election? A real shit show indeed, you see, dividing up our society. What exactly is, you ask, political correctness? Some savvy pseudo-scientific statistics to slash selection. The conformity, I'm afraid, is gonna be the fucking death of us. Bringing us so tight and close, til there's nothing left of us. We all just need to chill out, smoke a j and relax. Then maybe, just maybe our country won't get the ax.
She only has a filter when she snap a picture. She go gorilla as soon as I'm not there with her. She's lost control acting like she knows no better. I hope she gets a hold or Imma have to let her go. 'Cause honestly I'm not sure, how long I can take her temper. Mixed feelings when defensive mechanisms enter. Is this love? Willing to let her past interrupt, But unwilling to give her past up.
i swing two swords simultaneously, viciously and heinously blood thirst aimlessly, a samurai who seeks the path, the same pride as a MC who needs his craft ill master mix the deepest track in the marianas trench n the steepest crack holding my breath but still able to complete the rap step to me n il send you back neatly packed, feed you to vegetarians in a kiwi wrap the beast is back, just one sweep attack n my blade will split ya whole fleet in half cheese in trap, i need a rat to think hes that ether cat so i can feed his ass to a lethal smack if 12 check me i got a legal strap, but self defense is a needless act, im quick to swing no need to blast my rhymes might be speedin past,im a flash of dreamless trash with demons that beat his ass same feeling as willie beamen, sometimes i just need to pass
And I don't know how I should feel I don't know what isn't real, Everyday just seems the same, I feel the pain I can't complain, And I don't know if im insane. I can't control whats in my brain, Cause I alone in misery and my whole home is in a fray, I cannot call about the days. The minutes pass go down the drain they fade away the hourglass embedded brain is set a stray like my whole world is in a haze. I have always been afraid, I can't console this bitter frame, of mind these days I live alone in my own hate. I sit in stone but I don't think. This room spinning turns the fate, A twisted vision burns the face, Of my inner souls most molded race, I can't control this tolling slate. Sent from my SM-G930W8 using Grasscity Forum mobile app
I'm not murderous , but my words are just murderers, these verbs were just cursed the witch birthed from a serpant pit, not from this earth and I'm certain my purpose is burn every inch of of the surface with furnace spit, rap is my house got dead rappers to furnish it, whip out my burning dick to sacrifice virgins with, .. alright I got nothing
"black out, black out," She give good heaaaad, she got a bad mouth Jujitzu on these hoes make em tap out Few benzos in my bowl bout to pass out Then I "blackout, blackout" She came back for the pipe like a crack house At least that's what I was told Cause last thing I remember I was going for a stroll with some Skol then I "blacked out" "Black out, blackout" Good god I treat my brain like a lab mouse I'm fried French fries to bring these tabs down At the bar like I'm tryna break the last drought Penny for my thoughts and they're about to take.the tab out so I dash out Dash out That's the last thing I remembered then I blackout
Pardon me for the arsonry my heart and my artieries pump napalm, so rappers get ghost like a Drake song, and it's hardly beef this ain't steak these rappers cant even garnish the plate they aint parsley, you could never be me not even partially, hang on , that was a cliff hanger ima spliff banger bitch strangler, bust a nut then I Cris Angel her
I'm the reason......yeah I'm the reason. I'm the reason...... yeah I'm the reason. I'm the reason ah ah ah, I'm the reason ah ah ah, I'm the reason........ I'm the reason............. I'm the reason we celebrating, I'm the reason the hoes not complaining, I'm the reason you you and you gettin topped up in the elevator, I'm the reason champagne poppin, I'm the reason that money is fallin, I'm the reason that cocaine is scheduled unfit for human consumption. I'm the reason that bricks move that shit funny ever seen a brick move? Brick moves, reminds me of you and everything that I heard about you. Slow money that's bad money and that's soundin just like you. Watch where you steppin boy I think I see dog WHOO. Skrrt off in the ferrari v12 boy that shit runnin. I remember pullin up on you squad/ that was shit runnin. Money jumpin music bumpin bitches humpin my niggas screamin whoo Lo'd. Tal'm bout 5 days in 1 night nigga best believe we was never bored. Tellin stories a' talkin to demons on molly in front of a ouija board. That's the kinda shit that'll make you feel that nothing in this world is for sure. Astral tours cerebral doins, that is only for the mature, But one thing that'll always be fact is every single night we pour, run up.
Hashish visions, DMT turn glass to prisms My body is a temple and I'm sacrilegious Path for prison, carrying the crop trying to pass the piglets Life is hard, especially cause you don't have to live it I don't put my cash in linen, that's for bitches I lost my mind it's looking like I never be back to senses Lady liberty needs glaases, ans they cracked the lenses See I won't live for ever but these raps is endless Alright.. alright..
"Analytical master mind, young white nigga well beyond my time, I'm familiar with selling dimes, did it just to make it by, now I'm feeling much bigger, musta saw the hipper picture, sorry trappin won't miss ya, ditcha ya, flip ya, elevator to the top floor, I had dream of not being poor, now I'm already there in my minds eye, well before, I plot meticuously, shop very fancily, orchestrate symphonies, and count the product, find medicinal trees and enjoy them thoroughly, might as well, kinda oughtta, see right now a whole lotta dope ass shit is building up and it's about to explode please bomb squad up, stand way back a crank it up because this shit about to go clown HARAMBE I was feelin like a nigga that could neva eva make it now I'm looking at the best saying how d did they make it's incredible how dope shit get when you're at the top level and there' no way fakin , it's inevetiable for a nigga with a drive like me and style like me caddy keep the shit clean, I constantly preen, I have an ego I try to supress it I try to stay humble god bless it I wanna be bigger than what I was ever just please do not hype me up could boil over, and hold up, sorry I'm lost, you want Chanel no. 3? How about three? How about you and me counting the accomplishments that we fought for so hard now look in complacence, no basic, new car must race it, I'm good just face it, never say you can not make it cuz that how I got here, positive thoughts, inspiration, deities of self inflation, so thank you for taking the time of your life to listen to what I had to writ and I should probably finish a song one of these nighs times ii po run up."
Where were you when I was lost If you're the one protecting me? And if I committed crimes and sinned are we forever or allegedly? And secondly, im sick of finding my own destiny Its stressing me, I can't be the best I'll ever be. But since we rest in peace aren't we doing this collectively? Is this the way you keep indefinitely "testing" me? And what if life was lived and followed through effectively, Would I sit next to jesus christ or pay the ressurection fee? And where's the section where it's sanctioned over separately, Humans wrote this book and changed it over centuries, claiming lease on several presidential suites Till it gets over crowded on heavens residential streets. Sent from my SM-G930W8 using Grasscity Forum mobile app
I'm a sketchy motha fucka, one cunning son of a bitch, affiliated with killas, aint none em running from SHIT, I'm a shady motherfucker, 380 tucked in the whip, but if you ask me where it's at I'ma say it doesn't exist,, I'ma dope mufucka, know nothing about a snitch, want an explanation, tell em to suck it out of my dick, I'ma ghost muhfucka.. casper white, with an appetite, I slash a mic, wit tactics sharp enough to end a rappers life.. I like to keep it dark, I'ma rip the beat apart, keep it harsh n raw, cuz this shit ain't meant for the weak at heart, this ain't really shit, it's writers block, wit a decent start, I'm running out of ammo to feed the shark n them teeth are sharp, digging at me, sleep wit the safety on cuz I'm trigger happy... kid come at me, get injured badly, equipped like a sick iraqi, this button will blow the doors off a frickin taxi.. if you don't like me, go stand in line or come get ya ass beat, temper temper, a slick offender, wit a sick agenda, rappers pussy footin, they sugar coated n dipped in splenda, I rip protenders, got mush n bone in a kitchen blender, which contender entered? I'll do him cold like it's mid december, speak the truth, why you lying to me? if you ain't bout the shit you talking bout then why even speak? all these bleeding heart rappers wanna cry on the beat, I bust that pussy shit wide open, I aint shy on the beat, I don't care about your ego, I'm violate it, child say ya mama should've been annihilated fore she dialated, got me feeling like I'm bout to have count to 3, cuz life is not about the shit you dummies make it out to be, I'm better so I outta be braggin, spitting fire, I'm the spawn of a dragon, take your fucking noggin off wit a javelin, Freddy Kruger, several blades in a glove, you couldn't be sicker than me if you had aids in your blood, they'll call me Satan when they see the hell I raise in the club, catch mothafuckers lookin slick n break they face wit a mug, n I ain't jackin Jimmie johns, but I'm taking his subs, cuz I'm a grimy motherfucker, n the hates what I love.. I'm a sketchy motha fucka, one cunning son of a bitch, affiliated with killas, aint none em running from SHIT, I'm a shady motherfucker, 380 tucked in the whip, but if you ask me where it's at I'ma say it doesn't exist,, I'ma dope mufucka, know nothing about a snitch, want an explanation, tell em to suck it out of my dick, I'ma ghost muhfucka.. casper white, with an appetite, I slash a mic, wit tactics sharp enough to end a rappers life... we ain't holding back, I'll show you where them soldiers at. lamas fly n traumatize every soul in the cul-de-sac, the town up on his back but ill carry it til my shoulders crack, beat me til I'm black, I guarantee you I won't collapse.. used to run the streets like a maniac, wit a loaded mac cuz I ain't have a dad around to show me I'm supposed to act, the only male role models I had were battling coke and crack, until I grabbed a pen, now I know my pads where the dope is at, white n blonde, but im like suddam when I light the bomb, shittin on this game like a white LeBron wit a diaper on, I'm a fucking mess but my psych is calm, I overheard him saying no one's home, but the lights are on, so that's a plus... blowed n buzzin, pistol loaded n it holds a dozen, posers bluffin knowing their flow is nothin to mine, there is no discussion, I'll headbutt a brick n come out with no concussion, so disgusting, chasin his Jager Meister with robotussin, the coldest vision, my coalition is so efficient, flow malicious, dropping like hoes up in liquor coma's twitchin.. forget the money, I'm stuck on fixing my own addictions, fuck your book of rules, I'm coming out with my own edition I'm a shady motherfucker, one cunning son of a bitch, affiliated with killas, aint none em running from SHIT, I'm a shady motherfucker, 380 tucked in the whip, but if you ask me where it's at I'ma say it doesn't exist,, I'ma dope mahfucka, know nothing about a snitch, want an explanation, tell em to suck it out of my dick, I'ma ghost muhfucka.. casper white, with an appetite, I slash a mic, wit tactics sharp enough to end a rappers life..
For those of you who wanna know I be, I'm Annicus bitches, my rhymes got more cock than smith and wesson, not anyone else can be me, when I drop the mic errone glitches, I'm here to teach ya a lesson, it's like I got a plan in my head before I ever speak in a rhyme, It's perfect everytime, if Slim and Pac had a baby that'd be me, I got rhymes for days, I roll with the gays, so tired of hearing bout this dumb election, either way it's a fucked up selection, these words keep crawling round my brain, I must be insane, I feel I will never heal, don't even know what's real, I can't seem to find myself again, my walks be closing in, one thing I know is that I love her, she's my cheerleader, after all the dumb bitches I fucked with, always pleading the fifth, all the other ladies are shitty, but she's so perfect and pretty.
See I'm not from the same planet so how could we be the same son Not the same universe or its dimensions that I came from And our lines will never meet but we don't ride parrelel planes son Man I don't fucking exist like a piss in the rain run And y'all plain dumb, but I don't got a brain son I'm brainless i blew my brains out with a ray gun I got they're veins pumped, raw dope Y'all dopes hopeless y'all ain't even kratom
I don't care about your ego, I'm violate it, child say ya mama should've been annihilated fore she dialated That shit right there..