Universe
12-10-05, 09:51 AM
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What’s crackalackin? This cracka lackin’ any whack raps
Too abstract to adapt to backpacking like a fat ass
Plus the fact that your lines aren’t in a tighter display
Proves your multi’s get in the way of what you’re trying to say
Faces mean muggin’, please, that ain’t what muggin’ means
Muggin’ fiends ups a thug’s esteem like guns and weed
With drugs and heat, someone needs to give up discreetly
Sky’s the limit for young emcees, so you still live underneath me
Now you droppin’ a weak fist while you plottin’ on me quick
Please bytch, I’ll get back up faster than fallen police men
Calling on deep end lyrics, not taking a physical breath
Saying my words spurs edema of the larynx & asphyxial death
Criminal theft, I’m no witness, a groupie click shows sickness?
I surely won’t admit it like going to a movie with no ticket
I’d deliver it slow, but you quite the abortion victim kid
Folks don’t get what I write down, like an orphan’s Christmas list
Important to guess your wish, it left my mind for a second
Multiply your I.Q. by 100 times for my undivided attention
The Bible is a free guide book, with many implied truths
Now empty the lies too, don’t spend a penny to buy bull
Why pull punches? My crib notes dispose y’all creeps
I’m in what I call a league of my own with no colleagues
Until the curtain call scene, with fans caught in the hospital
Nothing’s impossible, but now applause doesn’t seem plausible
Causing no sentimentality, our minds a sediment trash heap
You say ‘Whatever I said I meant’… my sentiments exactly
Sentences form two pair a graphs; it seems our tables have turned
So I label homosexuality a disease and market Aids as the cure
Pages are burned, raining cinders from the weight of my words
A favorite state of emergency, like a limb when you favor it hurt
So I’m sure wartime veterans are a little more than hesitant
Thinking what would’ve occurred for 9/11 if Gore was President
First a Governor is elected, ad scams televised per week
Then the President’s Cabinet, with an Afghan in the driver’s seat
So if nightmare’s leak and supply the need to find a dream
It’s reminding me my one time at peace is when I’m asleep…
Finally.
What’s crackalackin? This cracka lackin’ any whack raps
Too abstract to adapt to backpacking like a fat ass
Plus the fact that your lines aren’t in a tighter display
Proves your multi’s get in the way of what you’re trying to say
Faces mean muggin’, please, that ain’t what muggin’ means
Muggin’ fiends ups a thug’s esteem like guns and weed
With drugs and heat, someone needs to give up discreetly
Sky’s the limit for young emcees, so you still live underneath me
Now you droppin’ a weak fist while you plottin’ on me quick
Please bytch, I’ll get back up faster than fallen police men
Calling on deep end lyrics, not taking a physical breath
Saying my words spurs edema of the larynx & asphyxial death
Criminal theft, I’m no witness, a groupie click shows sickness?
I surely won’t admit it like going to a movie with no ticket
I’d deliver it slow, but you quite the abortion victim kid
Folks don’t get what I write down, like an orphan’s Christmas list
Important to guess your wish, it left my mind for a second
Multiply your I.Q. by 100 times for my undivided attention
The Bible is a free guide book, with many implied truths
Now empty the lies too, don’t spend a penny to buy bull
Why pull punches? My crib notes dispose y’all creeps
I’m in what I call a league of my own with no colleagues
Until the curtain call scene, with fans caught in the hospital
Nothing’s impossible, but now applause doesn’t seem plausible
Causing no sentimentality, our minds a sediment trash heap
You say ‘Whatever I said I meant’… my sentiments exactly
Sentences form two pair a graphs; it seems our tables have turned
So I label homosexuality a disease and market Aids as the cure
Pages are burned, raining cinders from the weight of my words
A favorite state of emergency, like a limb when you favor it hurt
So I’m sure wartime veterans are a little more than hesitant
Thinking what would’ve occurred for 9/11 if Gore was President
First a Governor is elected, ad scams televised per week
Then the President’s Cabinet, with an Afghan in the driver’s seat
So if nightmare’s leak and supply the need to find a dream
It’s reminding me my one time at peace is when I’m asleep…
Finally.