so close ...

[#1rapper]

Growin up with dreams of blowin up showing up at shows and stuff
Tyin to show im tuff, actin prone to bust
Experinced kats with serious raps ask how long i been rhyming
Tell em about the walls i been climbing and the pause in my signings
passing the dutch they laughin and stuff then ask in a rush
For me to spit some shyt, i come quick wit it im gifted with the sickest hits
But im not tryin to get these dope folks to lose hope so i quote what I wrote They like it its hype shyt and they can relate to my crisis, Im fellin priceless
These kats freeze tracks with there ease raps that seep back
To wen nas was god and still peeped raps


Time passes and one day as im laughin on my couch in my house
stuffin chips in my mouth my cell phone vibrates on my leg
the number is new im wonderin who is callin me
Stallingly, i answer it and prance and shyt
Its the crew from the show, they knew i could flow
And wanna sign me, blindly we plan a place to meet
I cant wait to see the blaze emcees
Then the day we meet comes finally
I tell everyone they signin me
I ride to the spot, subsiding a plot
of rhymin so hot they pay me in clots
A red light stops me and my trance
in the lane opposite of me I glance and notice the coldest
Homie i used to run with, he always did dumb shyt
Would gun clips til he crumbless, hes starin rite at me happily
I smile back at the wild kat, and wen the light turns
A car makes a right turn and blocks my route
My old friend pulls out a glock to shoot,
I go in reverse and burst against another car blockin me in
Next thing i know a glocks to my chin,
And hes askin why i aint ask em to get signed to
Sayin he rhyme to, how he spits lines smooth
Before i get to explain, the bytch splits the shyt
empties a clip to my brain.

[consecrated1]

...damn..... that sucks man.... the drop was hott tho.

[Irish-dipstick]

so close bullet let loose close to my head remind me of child abuse,
but not to me as u can see am complete a real g/
real reconises real and i have to fcuk and remember to put away the drill,
blood i spill i be bustin the suckers changin b!tches and minds of mutherfukers/
why bother i say to change this world nah no point,
i don't give a fcuk letz be honest who does puff a joint/

i have the spittin back breakers and god sakers and b!tch fakers,
if there nuthin worse ya'll got to get fcuked up tossed like salt shakers/
will i die before i wake i be removin punks wit homo love ideas and funeral follows, sleep in the mutherfukin hollows that be hall tip and spit this and stop talkin sh!t.





*exclusive verse 4 of viper.*

i just don't give a fcuk to drunk,
stuffed a b!tch in a trunk now wat up/
b!tch push to the edge they don't expect the come back,
the next move the next move to fcukin jack/
i push ya'll back pimped smack u cryin,
but asked these homos to stop tryin and they mite stop dyin/
maybe haha not for sure oh but i concure oh i am sure,
i adore i make u hit the d e c k and spit blood on the floor/
just wait til the viper strike back and u get damaged,
u aren't hard i've harder and younger gangstas smoked them and managed

[Irish-dipstick]

drop the lo top on dc go hit the brake watch this young man flow,
increase his do the dominator but not rbx this is my show/
a coopo runnin sohh nah nuthin like that,
i just rhyme on here a cold hard fact/
i have another move to jack lay back or lean,
turn my face green wit money to make it a new dope feined/
the whether sunni but no matter shoot u in rain,
bullets stress but then release the pain slug to my mutherfukin brain/
sucide is nuthin i be like killin nobuffin i mean no waitin,
u underestimatin jacket to be straightained u physco.


i have jack move part two but synper has the others.


:headphone