Neo Regular
02-20-08, 02:41 PM
First off, we all start from a scat
putting favorite lines in it just to learn
the way the ending could match
back in the day, the words were only exact
that had the impact in-tact with a sick
gas from the audience
Now it's getting more personal, people behave
I just hear beats and it starts with a hum
in my brain, taking some flows from the greats
or what's stuck in the time
and do it til the sound inside starts to sound like
mine
Now you can take words from books like kamikaze
and turmoil
Like it's a turmoil being caught in this kamikaze
to sound thorough
I got YOUR girl trippin' cause it is time
to come forth and tell the truth about what's stuck
on her mind
See I go off on tangents, my best raps are in public
F*ck it, I know the people will love it, now here we go
I take hums and flows and melodies and match that
to the impact of the hardtimes I'm stuck in a trap
okay that's, I'm stuck in a trap...mad like busting a
gat
so i match that with try to take what is mines
now the second line has gotta be like the dotted line
so i'd say i'd leave your girl waiting to be touched like
landmines
she's eager to blow up your world and then make it mines
and if you don't die you'll lose everything from the
spine.
Now that's very violent, right? F*CK YOU NUCKA
I sold my soul to the movement and got ficitious brothers
all my life i been broke, even my sister and i use to share a
smoke
til my moms found out and then my whole mindstate was
broke
see that's me on a tangent, so i bring it back to the next
line
where i be like girls love me til i tell em I make 9.50
my mind's gritty, i squeeze hammers so mentally
so when it's physical ***** i'm closing the chapter as you die
See that's my whole life right now and I'm floating to line
three
where I go "and it doesn't take much to make a dime act shifty
she won't roll with me and still have a sane brain, it's not in me
to entertain insanity til i'm drained, i'm grown...i broke homes up
like hurricane katrina, i'm devilish, slanging pipe like it's the coming
of jesus
venezuela couldn't breed a better mix in the pigment of this african
east-side virus plaguing the logic thinkers with horror
I cop rocks and liquify it to a surgenge shot, roll up on a *****
that plots and drug him up before cops
my mama had a lot to think about before i was born
now it's beef buried in brains that's suppose to be GONE.
Now you can sit there and contest and win the ring in the box
i box mittens with a gat til they back is missing
i grew locks because the panthers taught us natural's cool
until i use to be the mascot for ghetto in school
i was named a lot of things so i wear scapegoat proudly
and no ***** can say they been through what i've been in franklin county."
And that's the end, but i wrote it w/o saying it
so when i recite, my breathe control takes a slaying
so i chop up words, make it fit, make it match to my voice pitch
or if i don't give a **** you can hear it how it is....boom.
on the spot.
putting favorite lines in it just to learn
the way the ending could match
back in the day, the words were only exact
that had the impact in-tact with a sick
gas from the audience
Now it's getting more personal, people behave
I just hear beats and it starts with a hum
in my brain, taking some flows from the greats
or what's stuck in the time
and do it til the sound inside starts to sound like
mine
Now you can take words from books like kamikaze
and turmoil
Like it's a turmoil being caught in this kamikaze
to sound thorough
I got YOUR girl trippin' cause it is time
to come forth and tell the truth about what's stuck
on her mind
See I go off on tangents, my best raps are in public
F*ck it, I know the people will love it, now here we go
I take hums and flows and melodies and match that
to the impact of the hardtimes I'm stuck in a trap
okay that's, I'm stuck in a trap...mad like busting a
gat
so i match that with try to take what is mines
now the second line has gotta be like the dotted line
so i'd say i'd leave your girl waiting to be touched like
landmines
she's eager to blow up your world and then make it mines
and if you don't die you'll lose everything from the
spine.
Now that's very violent, right? F*CK YOU NUCKA
I sold my soul to the movement and got ficitious brothers
all my life i been broke, even my sister and i use to share a
smoke
til my moms found out and then my whole mindstate was
broke
see that's me on a tangent, so i bring it back to the next
line
where i be like girls love me til i tell em I make 9.50
my mind's gritty, i squeeze hammers so mentally
so when it's physical ***** i'm closing the chapter as you die
See that's my whole life right now and I'm floating to line
three
where I go "and it doesn't take much to make a dime act shifty
she won't roll with me and still have a sane brain, it's not in me
to entertain insanity til i'm drained, i'm grown...i broke homes up
like hurricane katrina, i'm devilish, slanging pipe like it's the coming
of jesus
venezuela couldn't breed a better mix in the pigment of this african
east-side virus plaguing the logic thinkers with horror
I cop rocks and liquify it to a surgenge shot, roll up on a *****
that plots and drug him up before cops
my mama had a lot to think about before i was born
now it's beef buried in brains that's suppose to be GONE.
Now you can sit there and contest and win the ring in the box
i box mittens with a gat til they back is missing
i grew locks because the panthers taught us natural's cool
until i use to be the mascot for ghetto in school
i was named a lot of things so i wear scapegoat proudly
and no ***** can say they been through what i've been in franklin county."
And that's the end, but i wrote it w/o saying it
so when i recite, my breathe control takes a slaying
so i chop up words, make it fit, make it match to my voice pitch
or if i don't give a **** you can hear it how it is....boom.
on the spot.