Ecliptik
07-23-07, 07:16 PM
most of ya'll won't care fore this...but eh...just some BS i been dealin wit...originally 2 parts.....but **** it...this board is so dead...i'ma put it all in one....prolly get the same result in replies either way...lol
*puts on joe bubben "10 minutes" beat*
I use to have ni99as that was my ni99as, now ni99as just other people..
Look through the peep hole, they strangers, don't know if they still my peoples..
I speak what i see through, i spew and throw up the ugly truth..
Who knew time would be so ruthless, you look for friends and they turn on you..
Try to talk, they don't answer you, walk it off cause it's rubbin..
The wrong way, don't wanna get sideways and start buggin..
I see they doin they own thang, so who am i to say..
They never gave me a rang, i never called em anyway..
Don't know who was too busy, was it me or them..
Or just because we was boys, doesn't mean the same wit men..
Cause a got a few kats that is now my mans and them..
Some go way back, and few just new to begin..
Who knew it would end, my reign blew away wit the wind..
While severin men, not reachin the 7th of sin..
Refusin to blend in, i demand my independence..
Cause wit zero dependents pendin, i murder to search for penance..
Fucc if you say i'm off flow, my word is realer when spoke..
Read this allowed and slow it down and watch it pound on ya brain mo'!!
*inhale....exhale....*
Excuse the anger for a minute, while i get back up in it..
Regain my composure and maneuver my words til they pivid..
Creatin a vivid imagination that life can't invision..
If you missin the point, then my mind is excapin it's prison..
And forcin it's self in a prism, not even i can evade..
Under shadows large enough to parade a circus at bay..
As i'm speedin through a crash course, i crash ofcorse..
Wit the force of a fore-am wrap'd againts my throat..
As my toung collapse to worsten rear naked choke..
My voice elopes wit death as murder i spoke..
Or murder she wrote, her story is my life in a bottle..
Wit words that emerge from the earth, that are too hard to swallow..
My 15 minutes of fame diminish as i see it..
As fit it, if i spit it in 10 minutes so be it..
So if i'm ballin this second, and be broke for a minute..
In an hour will be the past as if my future was in it..
As i creep through the shadows i paddle through rivers of tears..
Wit a ribbed reincarnated clone of my present remainin peers..
That share the same blood of the lust i combust and explode through meer..
Carbonated copy of fam who fake, the real disappeared..
Yes i'm sayin ni99as is fake, they just playin themselves..
Masterbatin they own ego's, they only man handle they self..
I'd rather continue remainin stealth, as i move through this hell..
Charish my past memories then leave em locked in a cell..
Prohibit it's bail, no need to bring it back to the future..
The real will be real, the fake will thin out like a puma..
*begins to look through pictures*
I would start callin out names, but i'ma fall back for a minute..
Cause kats currently see i won't allow em to mimic..
The cowardly moves of those other ni99as thinkin they gangsta..
Cause they high or drunk wit a pistol and well known for they anger..
well to me, i'm sensin no danger, head to head wit tha rest..
It's clip that bully's the bass line, prince bullyin death..
So if they even try to flex, they can bring on the pain..
Pray to god that they ain't serious cause only they blood'll stain..
The concrete in vane as adrenalen pumps through my vains..
As i inbed the domes of the dead in the ground wit dirt in it's way..
But never again, i refuse to shake any hand..
Of a b!itch who decides to turn on the most respectful of friends..
Cause if i pencil em in, i draw guns, outlinin my mans..
Or what used to be homys, this ink's erasable pen..
I finally came to terms wit the girl that love..
Or what i think is love was lust or lost in love..
*Answers phone call from girlfriend.....hangs up*
She piss me off wit the choices she makes from tryin to be nice..
I'm tired of that bull, leave nice to jesus christ..
I mean jesus christ! her room mate a freeloadin b!tch..
Who the fucc needs 4 different lotions and baby powders the sh!t?!..
Either way she movin out, she can pout on the sh!t..
She holds no weight, ask Shane if she pounds on the sh!t!!..
Cause if she starts talkin her sh!t you can garuntee i'll lickity split..
throw her sh!t out my whip on the freeway and back up on the b!tch..
That'll count for a mp3 player, a set of keys, and the phone bill she lift..
Move my porn to store ya bag? you lucky you ain't get punched in ya tit..
And ya hair ripped out, chill, i'll start where it's red at the tip..
And slice off that 3d belly button of yours cause it was buggin me b!tch!!..
*let's beat ride out*
*puts on joe bubben "10 minutes" beat*
I use to have ni99as that was my ni99as, now ni99as just other people..
Look through the peep hole, they strangers, don't know if they still my peoples..
I speak what i see through, i spew and throw up the ugly truth..
Who knew time would be so ruthless, you look for friends and they turn on you..
Try to talk, they don't answer you, walk it off cause it's rubbin..
The wrong way, don't wanna get sideways and start buggin..
I see they doin they own thang, so who am i to say..
They never gave me a rang, i never called em anyway..
Don't know who was too busy, was it me or them..
Or just because we was boys, doesn't mean the same wit men..
Cause a got a few kats that is now my mans and them..
Some go way back, and few just new to begin..
Who knew it would end, my reign blew away wit the wind..
While severin men, not reachin the 7th of sin..
Refusin to blend in, i demand my independence..
Cause wit zero dependents pendin, i murder to search for penance..
Fucc if you say i'm off flow, my word is realer when spoke..
Read this allowed and slow it down and watch it pound on ya brain mo'!!
*inhale....exhale....*
Excuse the anger for a minute, while i get back up in it..
Regain my composure and maneuver my words til they pivid..
Creatin a vivid imagination that life can't invision..
If you missin the point, then my mind is excapin it's prison..
And forcin it's self in a prism, not even i can evade..
Under shadows large enough to parade a circus at bay..
As i'm speedin through a crash course, i crash ofcorse..
Wit the force of a fore-am wrap'd againts my throat..
As my toung collapse to worsten rear naked choke..
My voice elopes wit death as murder i spoke..
Or murder she wrote, her story is my life in a bottle..
Wit words that emerge from the earth, that are too hard to swallow..
My 15 minutes of fame diminish as i see it..
As fit it, if i spit it in 10 minutes so be it..
So if i'm ballin this second, and be broke for a minute..
In an hour will be the past as if my future was in it..
As i creep through the shadows i paddle through rivers of tears..
Wit a ribbed reincarnated clone of my present remainin peers..
That share the same blood of the lust i combust and explode through meer..
Carbonated copy of fam who fake, the real disappeared..
Yes i'm sayin ni99as is fake, they just playin themselves..
Masterbatin they own ego's, they only man handle they self..
I'd rather continue remainin stealth, as i move through this hell..
Charish my past memories then leave em locked in a cell..
Prohibit it's bail, no need to bring it back to the future..
The real will be real, the fake will thin out like a puma..
*begins to look through pictures*
I would start callin out names, but i'ma fall back for a minute..
Cause kats currently see i won't allow em to mimic..
The cowardly moves of those other ni99as thinkin they gangsta..
Cause they high or drunk wit a pistol and well known for they anger..
well to me, i'm sensin no danger, head to head wit tha rest..
It's clip that bully's the bass line, prince bullyin death..
So if they even try to flex, they can bring on the pain..
Pray to god that they ain't serious cause only they blood'll stain..
The concrete in vane as adrenalen pumps through my vains..
As i inbed the domes of the dead in the ground wit dirt in it's way..
But never again, i refuse to shake any hand..
Of a b!itch who decides to turn on the most respectful of friends..
Cause if i pencil em in, i draw guns, outlinin my mans..
Or what used to be homys, this ink's erasable pen..
I finally came to terms wit the girl that love..
Or what i think is love was lust or lost in love..
*Answers phone call from girlfriend.....hangs up*
She piss me off wit the choices she makes from tryin to be nice..
I'm tired of that bull, leave nice to jesus christ..
I mean jesus christ! her room mate a freeloadin b!tch..
Who the fucc needs 4 different lotions and baby powders the sh!t?!..
Either way she movin out, she can pout on the sh!t..
She holds no weight, ask Shane if she pounds on the sh!t!!..
Cause if she starts talkin her sh!t you can garuntee i'll lickity split..
throw her sh!t out my whip on the freeway and back up on the b!tch..
That'll count for a mp3 player, a set of keys, and the phone bill she lift..
Move my porn to store ya bag? you lucky you ain't get punched in ya tit..
And ya hair ripped out, chill, i'll start where it's red at the tip..
And slice off that 3d belly button of yours cause it was buggin me b!tch!!..
*let's beat ride out*