MaCRonI
10-18-06, 12:42 AM
Remember lupe's jonit The Cool...we here's my version of it!!!!!!!!!!1
Two days after nine-eleven, the sun slowly sink below the heavens/
A full moon rose as thoughts begin hittin’ a deceased poets head again/
Midnight of September 13th, While hip hopheads mourn and pensively think/
Ashes of a great MC comin’ in sync, milky eyes blink, old life on the brink/
of a true Resurrection, his new albums and movies was only whispered hint/
Pieces of man comin' together through the wind, glue together like cement/
Remberin’ his old metaphor about the poor pickin’ the lock of rich man’s door/
And with roundhouse kick, Life’s door was kick down by a ghoulish Shakur/
Straight off the hinges, first thoughts of Tupac as to return to binge/
drinkin', no blood we was leakin' as he pluckin' the bullets out his skin/
Into a liquor store broke in,2 bottles of gin stolen, open his mouth tried drinkin'/
He taste nothin', gums no longer bumpin', just chipped bone in his mouth and/
guzzle a 40 ounce., but it'll pour all out, like he was alcoholic fountain/
Pirates of the Caribbean, went Through his ribs like Captain Barbosa/
furious stare a the liquor store owna, angry havin' to remain soba/
felt his head find a skeletal hairdo, felt his stomach lookin' for an old tattoo/
Thug Life inked in black, but look down, a lil' confused/
Dude had no stomach, just a space with a spinal cord/
unplugged from life's outlet, so for a woods twig he looked for/
picked a Popsicle stick of the ground, Poked it into some mud/
A ghost of the belly of Makaveli was scripted the life of a thug/
"Thug Life" smudged on his living corpse, from there plot his course/
to find killer who showed no remorse, thought his life a sport/
so with what seemed the remains of a gansgta lean with decayed must/
He limped to Las Vegas, where Suge Knight and his remains was/
feed back?
Two days after nine-eleven, the sun slowly sink below the heavens/
A full moon rose as thoughts begin hittin’ a deceased poets head again/
Midnight of September 13th, While hip hopheads mourn and pensively think/
Ashes of a great MC comin’ in sync, milky eyes blink, old life on the brink/
of a true Resurrection, his new albums and movies was only whispered hint/
Pieces of man comin' together through the wind, glue together like cement/
Remberin’ his old metaphor about the poor pickin’ the lock of rich man’s door/
And with roundhouse kick, Life’s door was kick down by a ghoulish Shakur/
Straight off the hinges, first thoughts of Tupac as to return to binge/
drinkin', no blood we was leakin' as he pluckin' the bullets out his skin/
Into a liquor store broke in,2 bottles of gin stolen, open his mouth tried drinkin'/
He taste nothin', gums no longer bumpin', just chipped bone in his mouth and/
guzzle a 40 ounce., but it'll pour all out, like he was alcoholic fountain/
Pirates of the Caribbean, went Through his ribs like Captain Barbosa/
furious stare a the liquor store owna, angry havin' to remain soba/
felt his head find a skeletal hairdo, felt his stomach lookin' for an old tattoo/
Thug Life inked in black, but look down, a lil' confused/
Dude had no stomach, just a space with a spinal cord/
unplugged from life's outlet, so for a woods twig he looked for/
picked a Popsicle stick of the ground, Poked it into some mud/
A ghost of the belly of Makaveli was scripted the life of a thug/
"Thug Life" smudged on his living corpse, from there plot his course/
to find killer who showed no remorse, thought his life a sport/
so with what seemed the remains of a gansgta lean with decayed must/
He limped to Las Vegas, where Suge Knight and his remains was/
feed back?