DXavier23
05-11-08, 11:51 AM
Tryna find a deeper purpose in each my verses
My bars are my bullets, put you beneath the surface
The streets are nervous, cause they know Im a cash-holder
Cause I deprive n*ggas of bread, like Jews on Passover
You better get ur cash closer to pay for ur debt
I'll put green on your head, like you play for the Jets
Raps been laid to rest, cremated, now my mic is its urn
So with every bar that I write, I incite its return
Im on my way to success, so the haters stay mad
You gotta ask ur girl "is it in you", like the gatorade ad
Cause ur d*ck is so small, that the rubber slips
Lose a brother b*tch, when I cum on ya mothers lips
You aint a hustler, aint no reading round the print
You couldnt sell crack even if you were Alba's pimp
Jealous n*ggas envy, and predict my demise
You b*tches inside, ur mind consist of fiction and lies
Keep my jurisdiction in mind, you understand b*tch?
Ill put a dot on your head, that proactiv cant fix
To takeover's my plan b*tch, Im hopin for power
Approaching these cowards, who drop the soap in the shower
I'm the GOAT, I empower and exalt the truth
Out for dead presidents like Oswalt and Booth
I assault the booth, with a flow thats relentless
I got so much plaque, that I need to go to the dentist
My flow's the vaccine that can stop diseases
And since time is money, i bought a watch that freezes
Im so gutter, all I do is collect leaves
X keeps coming with correct frees till u f*ckers respect me
My bars are my bullets, put you beneath the surface
The streets are nervous, cause they know Im a cash-holder
Cause I deprive n*ggas of bread, like Jews on Passover
You better get ur cash closer to pay for ur debt
I'll put green on your head, like you play for the Jets
Raps been laid to rest, cremated, now my mic is its urn
So with every bar that I write, I incite its return
Im on my way to success, so the haters stay mad
You gotta ask ur girl "is it in you", like the gatorade ad
Cause ur d*ck is so small, that the rubber slips
Lose a brother b*tch, when I cum on ya mothers lips
You aint a hustler, aint no reading round the print
You couldnt sell crack even if you were Alba's pimp
Jealous n*ggas envy, and predict my demise
You b*tches inside, ur mind consist of fiction and lies
Keep my jurisdiction in mind, you understand b*tch?
Ill put a dot on your head, that proactiv cant fix
To takeover's my plan b*tch, Im hopin for power
Approaching these cowards, who drop the soap in the shower
I'm the GOAT, I empower and exalt the truth
Out for dead presidents like Oswalt and Booth
I assault the booth, with a flow thats relentless
I got so much plaque, that I need to go to the dentist
My flow's the vaccine that can stop diseases
And since time is money, i bought a watch that freezes
Im so gutter, all I do is collect leaves
X keeps coming with correct frees till u f*ckers respect me