Stugotz94
02-12-07, 09:26 AM
the white biggie aka the white kool g rap
you sohh emcees can't top me
i am the greatest on sohh
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzAP8zr3GjE
In this life I sip wine, write sick rhymes at night,
Witta poisonous pen full of ink mixed with
strict-nine,
Listen, these words turn boys into men, son,
Hear my raps leave the rhythm track spit shined,
Psyche deranged till I’m facin’ big time,
Claimed the devil made me do it though the
fingerprints mine,
He diseased my flesh, made me tease your rep,
Helped the Windy City breathe my breath and drink my
sweat,
Throw the prince off his pocket-picked shrine,
And put these beats in check, my words breed Gillette,
Sensorcaine, I’m not mentally sane,
Entered this game in pain envision what I became,
They said hip-hop was dead but then remembered my
reign,
Behold the power contained within the center of
flames,
Looks like Liotta caused the future to change, the
present to bend,
Hell and heaven to blend when spittin’ emerald gems,
well,
I’m the catcher in the rye, I let the exodus fly,
This trigger decides when the rest of you die,
Outta the best of the best that survive,
I’m placin’ bets that my rhymes left you a lisp and
infected your minds, so,
Creep with me as I crawl past the chalk lines,
Think I’m small time? Cracked heads cause Alzhiem,
Still in the chi throwin dice on the strip,
Look deep into my eyes and tell me life is a *****,
Feel demons inside, they sayin’ Christ is a prick,
Is it the white that I flipped? They make me wanna jab
this knife in my wrist,
But then my pen won’t rhyme right when I grip,
Bitin’ the clip, every day I’m fightin’ this ****,
It’s a cold world, and even though I’m thuggin’ at
night, yo,
I keep my soul warm when I’m huggin’ my life,
Maybe we’re caught between worlds, but we’re somewhat
alike,
So don’t ever treat this like it was just somethin’ to
write!!!!
you sohh emcees can't top me
i am the greatest on sohh
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzAP8zr3GjE
In this life I sip wine, write sick rhymes at night,
Witta poisonous pen full of ink mixed with
strict-nine,
Listen, these words turn boys into men, son,
Hear my raps leave the rhythm track spit shined,
Psyche deranged till I’m facin’ big time,
Claimed the devil made me do it though the
fingerprints mine,
He diseased my flesh, made me tease your rep,
Helped the Windy City breathe my breath and drink my
sweat,
Throw the prince off his pocket-picked shrine,
And put these beats in check, my words breed Gillette,
Sensorcaine, I’m not mentally sane,
Entered this game in pain envision what I became,
They said hip-hop was dead but then remembered my
reign,
Behold the power contained within the center of
flames,
Looks like Liotta caused the future to change, the
present to bend,
Hell and heaven to blend when spittin’ emerald gems,
well,
I’m the catcher in the rye, I let the exodus fly,
This trigger decides when the rest of you die,
Outta the best of the best that survive,
I’m placin’ bets that my rhymes left you a lisp and
infected your minds, so,
Creep with me as I crawl past the chalk lines,
Think I’m small time? Cracked heads cause Alzhiem,
Still in the chi throwin dice on the strip,
Look deep into my eyes and tell me life is a *****,
Feel demons inside, they sayin’ Christ is a prick,
Is it the white that I flipped? They make me wanna jab
this knife in my wrist,
But then my pen won’t rhyme right when I grip,
Bitin’ the clip, every day I’m fightin’ this ****,
It’s a cold world, and even though I’m thuggin’ at
night, yo,
I keep my soul warm when I’m huggin’ my life,
Maybe we’re caught between worlds, but we’re somewhat
alike,
So don’t ever treat this like it was just somethin’ to
write!!!!