May 28, 2015

Here's mine

I was born in twisted world as a misfit, grew up a walking punch bag till my switch flipped, the bullied became the bully that nobody f----- with, suicidal slit wrist to a life to stick with, it's time for the misfit to become the mischief, the lyrical magician back with tricks to spit with

 

May 28, 2015

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen/I ain't no politician but I kick it with 'em a minute/You see they call me a menace and if the shoe fits I'll wear it/But if it don't, then you'll swallow the truth grin and bear it/Now who's the king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics/Who could inherit that title, put the youth in hysterics

 

May 28, 2015

You 'bout to witness hip hop in its
Most purest, most rawest form, flow almost flawless
Most hardest, most honest, known artist
Chip off the old block but old doc is [back]
Looks like Batman brought his own Robin
Oh God, Saddam's got his own Laden
With his own private plane, his own pilot
Set to blow college dorm room doors off the hinges (boom sound)
Oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes
[chainsaw noise] Yeah, here I come
I'm inches away from you, here, fear none
Hip hop is in a state of 911, so...

 

May 28, 2015

A project minded individual, criminal tactics
Us black kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed, dysfunctional they describe us
They liars, at the end of the day, we f---in survivors
I remember watching Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by crime
How could I sell this poison to my peoples in my mind?
They dumb and destroy themselves is how I rationalize
In a bastardized nation, magnum .45 carrying
Where I'm from ain't far from Washington Heights to cop Aryan
A rookie boy, the cookie didn't make no profit
A stranger to the block, I d--- near had to make them cop it
It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage
I brought it back to papi, ain't trying to take no losses
He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses
He gives me powder, he has faith in Nas' ambitions to distribute coke
Had addictions to gold chains, Mercedes Benz hopes, but I'm again broke
This s--- ain't cut for me, other dealers, they up their orders
Barely at 62s, they already up to quarters
They out there every day, some true hustlers for you
I'm at it half way, none of my customers are loyal
Picturing piping out the seats of a Pathfinder
Powerful pursuit for p----, cash to flash diamonds
My junior high school class, wish I stayed there
Illegal entrepreneur, I got my grades there
Blaming society, mad, it wasn't made fair
I would be Ivy League if America played fair
Poor excuse,and so I was
Throwing rocks at the pen just for the love
Before the evil,the secret life of G's
You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams