Some mixtape shit I did...
Me on the first an third verse
http://www.zshare.net/audio/2061943643f0ae2d/
The rap game is like checkers to me/
These wack lames dont even pester a King//
I confessed her a dream, mother music of course/
An she made me a flame, that dispensed all its sparks//
I drop wisdom over beats, ima fuckin hood poet/
Gained a vision in the streets, I aint bluffin go quote it//
My phone is roamin, an Im keyed as a cheaters car/(car)
My dome is rosted, but I'm a fein for a fat cigar//
Livin flashys kinda hard, but I'll always raise the bar///
Walk in to my front yard, an I get praised just like a star////
Its bizzare, I used to put my fist into beef, now I ignore it/
My time is money, they wish they could afford it//
Guess I should inform that, the reason they dormant/
Is cuz they feel like hunniebees next to a hornet//
Like their life aint important, gettin stepped on like horse shit/
Sethasauras, kill the beat right after the chorus//haha
They huffin an puffin, but I burn the booth down/
Next in line for sactown, highfive or back down//
No haterism here b, its not in my DNA/
No haters even near me, pass on em like E&J//
I can see clearly till i sip this Patron straight/
No chase, get laced by this game thats so great//
This reality rap, I get inside the mentality that/
A fatality is reality to a life of felony acts//
An im tellin you that to say this/
I run it, but if cats start dumpin//
I might start runnin//
Like a funky loose blunt, say 'honkey do what?'/
Watch me get up on ya head like fuckin crew cut//
I got the game wrapped up like a mummy dude what///
Play pussy get fucked like a fucking loose slut////
....An Seff said it first... but this is my verse!
>>>>>Lemme know whatchu think
p.s. I know the mix isnt the best lol im tired
Me on the first an third verse
http://www.zshare.net/audio/2061943643f0ae2d/
The rap game is like checkers to me/
These wack lames dont even pester a King//
I confessed her a dream, mother music of course/
An she made me a flame, that dispensed all its sparks//
I drop wisdom over beats, ima fuckin hood poet/
Gained a vision in the streets, I aint bluffin go quote it//
My phone is roamin, an Im keyed as a cheaters car/(car)
My dome is rosted, but I'm a fein for a fat cigar//
Livin flashys kinda hard, but I'll always raise the bar///
Walk in to my front yard, an I get praised just like a star////
Its bizzare, I used to put my fist into beef, now I ignore it/
My time is money, they wish they could afford it//
Guess I should inform that, the reason they dormant/
Is cuz they feel like hunniebees next to a hornet//
Like their life aint important, gettin stepped on like horse shit/
Sethasauras, kill the beat right after the chorus//haha
They huffin an puffin, but I burn the booth down/
Next in line for sactown, highfive or back down//
No haterism here b, its not in my DNA/
No haters even near me, pass on em like E&J//
I can see clearly till i sip this Patron straight/
No chase, get laced by this game thats so great//
This reality rap, I get inside the mentality that/
A fatality is reality to a life of felony acts//
An im tellin you that to say this/
I run it, but if cats start dumpin//
I might start runnin//
Like a funky loose blunt, say 'honkey do what?'/
Watch me get up on ya head like fuckin crew cut//
I got the game wrapped up like a mummy dude what///
Play pussy get fucked like a fucking loose slut////
....An Seff said it first... but this is my verse!
>>>>>Lemme know whatchu think
p.s. I know the mix isnt the best lol im tired
