this an older one im postin cuz the forum aint been that active..
if yall hate it.. fuck it, its already on wax
you best get back, because this young cats gettin his grip/
watch me ignite like nitroglycerin im flippin the script,
i think im flippin my lid.. on the outer limits of the business, tryin to get-myself-in/
i come thru rippin with a pistol grip mic in my hand/
ready to blast on command and let a missle-hit you like afganistan/
you understand.. i wasnt ready but i got thrown into the matrix,
but i got no case against the state cuz im runnin this game in my A-6/
remainin faceless, i move these rhymes like its wieght without traces/
while workin this late-shift so i can make-chips/im lookin for the cake str8 in and out like a rapist/
supreme paper makin we like fuck hesitation/ im a writer spittin fire with his rhymes calibrated,
still gettin higher with desire rollin thru tac town faded/
droppin lyrical grenades on yo mainstream parades, cuz they fake as cherades and it got me aggravated/
now its stated i hope it dont sound like im hatin, but i got no patience and im waitin/
wanna steal yo shit like gary payton, to be paid.. demos been laid, now we wait for appreciation for the tracks that we made/..
they say gratification is greater when its delayed/ either way im not affraid..
ima do it one day at a time, with a nine-2-five i cant hardly find the time-2-rhyme/
but i wont let my skills decline, held back by bills i cant fulfill my prime..
if yall hate it.. fuck it, its already on wax
you best get back, because this young cats gettin his grip/
watch me ignite like nitroglycerin im flippin the script,
i think im flippin my lid.. on the outer limits of the business, tryin to get-myself-in/
i come thru rippin with a pistol grip mic in my hand/
ready to blast on command and let a missle-hit you like afganistan/
you understand.. i wasnt ready but i got thrown into the matrix,
but i got no case against the state cuz im runnin this game in my A-6/
remainin faceless, i move these rhymes like its wieght without traces/
while workin this late-shift so i can make-chips/im lookin for the cake str8 in and out like a rapist/
supreme paper makin we like fuck hesitation/ im a writer spittin fire with his rhymes calibrated,
still gettin higher with desire rollin thru tac town faded/
droppin lyrical grenades on yo mainstream parades, cuz they fake as cherades and it got me aggravated/
now its stated i hope it dont sound like im hatin, but i got no patience and im waitin/
wanna steal yo shit like gary payton, to be paid.. demos been laid, now we wait for appreciation for the tracks that we made/..
they say gratification is greater when its delayed/ either way im not affraid..
ima do it one day at a time, with a nine-2-five i cant hardly find the time-2-rhyme/
but i wont let my skills decline, held back by bills i cant fulfill my prime..