kick somethin'

[*Thug-C*]

As I type I feel right
tab 10s got me polite,

Rock ice shoot dice
take lifes bitch i might,

Cock it back pop a cap
empty the clip reload dat,

rock the map stay wit straps,
vicious when it comes 2 rap,

remain the same never change
blow ya brains an make it flap,

Drank a keg brake ya leg
indeed in need of a beer tap,

Witness this relentless shit bitch make that ass clap

CSTYLES

 

[Stay High]

Fuck a governor of Richmond, they shold name me the president
I'll smack ya sideways N stupid, then overthrow ya residence
white glovin', dustin' the prints, erase the evidence
then smash to the spot, Stay High "The Entertainer" like "Cedric" is
started out the ghetto kid, now pockets showin' some definition
Crushin' all competition in repetition sell the sniffin' hopin' the feds aint listenin'
in the kitchen, worker bees service me dirty deeds & serve for cheap
undeserving freaks get red cheecks and placed back to streets with 1 shoe on 2 feet
who me? ya you pimpin' get ya money playa hustle
to be honest cousin you might just have to spray a couple
cutthoat, literally, homeboy ya wish ya could get rid of me
all yall ants aint really shit to me Lay tracks over golden mics while Angels lead the symphony
And I spit so fuckin' hard the recieving end hit they knees instantly
i cant explain the way words twist out my mouth
quick draw from the jaw reside in the 5.1.0 South
I'm out, weeded up, layin' game down to be eaten up
time to zoom in the heated seats turn up the beat N cut

 

[Stay High]

my style is cold like the bricks on a muthafuckin igloo
& im liable to pop off similar to what wigs do when the 45 hits you
whats the issue? it's nathin really my techniques like lyrical Shaolin
watch the pimp crowd trim, make a married bitch start prowlin'
howlin' at the moon, i came clownin' out the womb
poundin' thru Suisun, i command silence in a room, im trouble
i flip cakes in numbers like double-doubles while yall concentrate on growin' stubble,
sorry to burst ya bubble im the shit someone quick get the kid a muzzle
im like a puzzle, but ya cant finish me cause ya dont got all the pieces
laugh in ya face then slap ya till ya eyes look like creases make ya swallow ya teeth bitch
without me in the game it's like church priestless and I mean this when i say ya girl is fiendin' shes clingin' broke my zipper and was quick to fix it like a seemstress
im the clean-est, and I know it, so I clap my hands
im the meanest and I know it so I slap my fans
do the town dance, to the beat bumpin thru the street
yell yee wit ya heat, if ya talkin shit in the street it's problems in the street

 

[Stay High]

when i hit up the party haters start with they interferences
cause when i arrive playboy I dont show up, I make appearences
like what it do, yadidabooboo ill fuck up ya crew and you too
yall squares' game is older then U2, mad cuz i got more shine then you do
I'm a who's who, initials J.T often mistaken for "Just Terrible"
Im a life of the party type, you fags is barely bareable
smack a scary ho, lift up ya skirt
kept a few around on the grind cuz they lived in the dirt
bingin' the purp, my grape on grape caved ya chest
had everyone hittin' my mobile up cuz they know i gave the best
and save the rest in excess, smoked fat blunts wit peeps dippin' thru The Yoch
one false move or a moment outta hand punk bitches get dropped
stopped, in they tracks, flat on they back shoulda relaxed
payed me late on a fronted sack so i showed em what I tax
face the facts, ya cant really see me and ya know
and when ya can see me ya see me steal the show
Richmond on mines gettin' pussy like aaayyyyyy
aint bitchin' on mines cuz we blaze the bombaaayyy

 

[LEE-ZILLA 69]

TSSSSSSSSSS HAAAAAAAAAAA

CONDUCT PRECUSSIONS CONCOSION GIVEN EVERY MINUTE HOLLOWTIP BULLETS INFINITE, IN IT TILL I WIN IT NOT RICK ROSS BUT LEE WILL PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT DIG A DITCH 69 FEET DEEP AND LEAVE YOUR ASS UP IN IT WHEN I'M FINISHED,SPIT THAT OLD SPICE HIGH ENDURANCE, SYKOMATIC GET YOUR ASS RECYCLED PLAYIN LEE LIKE TYCO I WRITE RAPS ON GIECO CONTRACTS FOR LYRICAL INSURANCE, SO BOW THE FUCK DOWN WHEN YOU STEPPIN IN LEES PRESENCE CUZ LEES THE BEST PERIOD LIKE THE END OF THIS SENTENCE.

 

[Stay High]

furocious kat smokin' the roaches ya know where im found at
fat 20 pound stacks in my pocket while my sound slaps, smackin' some town raps
clowns back, got no time for you funny niggas doin tricks
i foucus on the bitch turnin tricks, learnin' tricks & the flipped bricks whiter than new kicks man the Rich sick
Slicker than Rick pimpin' a bitch, I gets my money
purple blowin', bitches adorin', pourin' my milk & honey
it's funny, the way they crowd to snap a shot of ya boy
photogenic pscysophrenic not afraid to go out wit the toys
blap blap blap blap, thats a reality noise
38th Street south side rich, gotta watch out for these boyz

 

[Stay High]

I go so hard my rhyme rate goes off the scale like a 89' quake
break it down to 100 skilled emcees in here man 89 fake
I stay grindin' on my hustle while yall take 8 or 9 breaks
& my tongues so vicious it can lift 180 pound weights
trees, cherrys flowing thru the air and my visions going
fuck 110 ten miles bitch get your ass back to blowing
showing, girls things they only dream at night
mad & happy at the same time cuz I scheme em right
I'm a sore thumb in the open like I was followed by a beem of light
heem at night, breathe in an out while the people in the car cleanin' out
then goes screams & shouts cuz what my teams about is keepin' heaters out
we roll the beaters out, then I party like an animal
destorying rappers at the mandable cuz im a verbal acrobatical emcee cannibal serve you punks up with frava beans & wine like I was Hannibal
a hand-full, a muthafuckin' California Grissley
bout the money, to get it mane I gets busy
nothin funny, it's how I'm livin, how you livin'? homie get wit me
i switch up my style & yall-get-sore-quick
i'm as dangerous on a mic as a pedophile next-to-your-kids
I tore lids, off many rappers steppin' up to me poppin' off at the mouth catch em stumblin' knock they ass out now rumblin' runnin' out the ramada inn, shot at them, pop at men ran sack for prada and gems pitchin' heat off the mound like Roger Clem so "Ra" like "Kim"
(Rakim)

 

[Stay High]

Whats really good tho.

no one else got the skill to kick one off the dome?