Bay Recovery Movement
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I TOLD U TO SHUT UP, B4 U EVEN STARTED/ RAPPIN BOUT PS2 GETTIN OLD AND RETARTED/ IM TELLIN YA'LL I DONT NEED A BEAT TO RAP/ NOW WHO CAN DO THAT? HUH TELL ME THAT/ ON THA REAL TIP/ STR8 RAPPIN SINCE I GOT SLAPPED WIT THA JAIL TIP/I DONT NEED TO GO PRO TO TELL MY LIFE STORY/ I AINT GOIN NOWHERE I AINT IN NO HURRY/ U CAN CRITICIZE/ BUT ILL LEAVE U VICTIMIZED/ TO DESPISE, I GOT EVIL EYES/ cant touch tha rix/ str8 pullin trix/ and gots enuf dick to provide/ and decide/ who gon feel knighted. and pentrated and delighted
im loosin it, lemme drink somfin
im loosin it, lemme drink somfin
I aint tryin ta get friendz/I just tryin ta make sum endz/r u blind or r yall just cant see/I dont care what ya say 'bout me/Ill do my thang yall do yo'z/none of yall my homie'z or my bro'z/Xcept a few/& Wood I stll respect u/yo game still better than most/from tha west all tha way ta tha East Coast/but enuff on dat who know'z if ya readin dis/besidez I probably aint even yo good list/but if I aint, I aint goinna trip/& I aint goinna try ta give yall lip/but if I do/whipty doo/ya dont like me fuck u/but yall need ta cover ur earz/& dry yo tearz/cuz bitchen aint goinna make me leave/so just take try ta breath wit eaze/& stop buggin b/ even if u so called thuggin B/I dont give a fuck/I just tryin ta fucken buck/cuz my fucken wordz r golden/but what Iam holdin/iz mostly plastic/& itll put u N a casket/yea thatz it/Ill send ya ta hell/& thatz eazy az dell/but cant ya tell/Iam bout ta leav shell/on tha floar/cuz I busted my 4 4/u dont wanna continue no more/cuz Iam evil ta tha core/like an apple/I know IAm an ass hole/thatz my goal/cuz my soulz dark az coal/but my earz got tha diamon/thatz my itz shinin/it aint blindin/but fuck it/ya dont like it suck it/no get down below goe/cuz wit tha kidd u down know/whatz heppen next/one love ta baby Mex/& bitch Iam goinna sex/cuz itz new yearz eve/so Ill holla at a bitch wit onlt one sleeve/tryin ta look all sexy/& she sittin nexta me/her nick name iz ectasy/so next time she chex me/Ill check her back/but she wantz me ta lick her crack/I'll tell her ta lick me nut sac/ behind tha shaq/but I dont O'Neal/hoe chill/I dont even know what Iam sayin/Iam just sprayin/like a sprinkler system/just listen/& get lost/N tha frost/that Iam wearin/I know Iam darin/ask Aaron/he my brother/he also hate'z my mother/so doez my other/bro Bubba'z/so dont bump us/if we N tha club/we'll make ur head go thud/on tha concreat/Ill make ya eat/tha curb/thatz a word/like scered/N Hayward/but yo visionz blurred/so u aint seein straight/u seein 8/of me that aint good/ cuz I could/atack ya from every angle/& make u an Angel/& go ta heaven/after tha 187/N tha 928/ dont hate/ apperciate/ what Iam droppin/I aint makin sence so now Iam stoppin....
New years day and all is quiet dont look like they gonna be no riot Loccs loocin up feelin all inspired /to incite claimin his click is a handcuf for hire /acting like he's working with a government wire/ smobbin in squad hot box responding to a fire/ rix str8 pulling trix like he's changing a tire /steppin up and reppin like we calling him "sire" /you can think Im a wizard you can think Im a liar /but I really don't know about where what who or why for/ when it's time to pack your shit and to retire/ cuz Im sick of spitten shit like it's a do for and a die for /so imma sit here with my click and try not to be a crier /wondering what's up cuz ain't aint no seller or buyer/ hittin up the half off sales for their desire.
click click boom/put u N ur tomb/cuz we out of room/& out of time/& Iam 'bout ta squeze every thing out of u like a lime/or give u a slice/once or maybe twice/cuz ta me ur more annoyin lice/ur a pest problem I gotta terminate/cuz all u do iz eva hate/so u got a date/wit destiny, but not tha lady u aint that lucky/actully ur future iz sucky/actully u aint gotta future/cuz I gotta shoot ya/N tha back of tha dome/at ur fucken home/when u all alone/then Ill disconnect yo phone/& cut off ur lightz/for tha stormy nightz/that u get scered/& u swear u heared/a gun clock/turn around now u see tha glock/N ur face/N an instent bloodz all over tha place/it sux/u got blood on ur tux/& u got sum on my shirt/but itz worth it cuz u goinna live N tha dirt/
Whipty dipty do/ Imma a cockamamie fool /screamin cockadoodledoo/ with this PS2 /reppin wit my crew /eatin hot beef stew/ whats a matter you?/ don't know what Im gon do?/ Psycho's bustin though/ Smashin on the flue/ sprinklin piss on you/ while bitches a play a foo/ crying Boo hoo hoo/ lickin on your crew/ and their nut sacks too/ Hidin from your home are people look like Gomer Pyle gettin stoned our presence makin known not one of us alone you dogs get thrown a bone you wear so much cologne you soft like ice cream cones Smobbin thru Decoto passed Logan High on motorcyles blastin past you with a ghetto blaster wearing ski masks like a master putting you in caskets at the chapel of the chimes on mission think you got the proper vision? Ha. You don't even know.
IM COMIN STR8 FITTED/ STRAPPED AND GIFTED/ WIT THA ENDO DOUBLE FLOW/ KICKIN WIT NANDO/ U AINT DOPE/ U LEFT WITH NO HOPE/ U HANGIN, AND DANGLIN FRUM RIX ROPE/ GOT CUT/ NOW U LIVIN OFF COKE/ U GOT SHOOK/ LIKE I CLOSED MY BOOK/ AND THEN U JACKED AKA TOOK/ CUZ RIX A CROOK
SHIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET
SHIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET
lol!- i ain't ever goin to put down the mic/
we are basically married/she like a fairy/makin wonders happen
while the pressure is carried/
she ain't scary/niether hairy/
only differece between us is that when i die/
she will be kept in tha family so fuck gettin buried/
unitl then she is still absorbin my rage/
releasin the beast out of it'z cage/
crushin eardrumz/wakin up the dead frum there slumbz/
we are basically married/she like a fairy/makin wonders happen
while the pressure is carried/
she ain't scary/niether hairy/
only differece between us is that when i die/
she will be kept in tha family so fuck gettin buried/
unitl then she is still absorbin my rage/
releasin the beast out of it'z cage/
crushin eardrumz/wakin up the dead frum there slumbz/
put ur mic down/ur just a clown/i wish rix laid u down/cause ur just around the way/i bet he would smoke u like some hay/hes as big as tay da tay/just stay out the way/rhymes aint even get u pay/u say hey hey/bitches never give u no play/not even in sunny may/pray all day/or just stay behind this comp/acting like ur droppin bump/smokin skunck/ur rhymes always flunk/i pop cdrs from my truck/and i can get down like art monk....
tonight we're gonna party coz it's 1999
I got a bone to pick with all these bitches disrespectin
Knowin in they mind, they cant see me when im flexin
Ya whole style, reminds me of your common cross-dresser
My mental travels faster than a Pentium Processor
Accelarate to a speed that your pupils can't collect
So when I bust you in your shit, you know I'm askin for respect
With ill Linguistics, Keep away from me, thats your best bet
consider every ill verse that I'm throwin as a Death Threat
and every joint I record is a emcee's execution
By electricution, my flex producin a revolution
Who wanna set it, Bring the straps, I'm a bless him
I know you're an asshole, but you can never say 'I, Rectum' (I Wrecked em)
Niggaz try and dis but couldn't come half as nice
And if you try to dis me son, you better be down for payin the price
This aint no joke so muthafuck 'Takin it and Strive'
I'm down to launch a full-scale lyrical homicide
Yo I leave the fake dead, decapitate your snake head
And leave your lifeless body at the bottom of a fuckin lake bed*
Understand my story, my ill flex is self explanatory
You couldnt step to me if you went and stand before me*
When fuckin wit us, major skills are Mandatory
Pass me the mic and I'l rock in any category*
With my Allegory, I attack with mental stamina
Your weak frame snapped and shot just like a Camera*
So strap up, and try to bring it with your best raps
And watch how quick you're taken out like pieces from a chess match*
I masturbate with mics and like Jeru, I'm cummin' clean
I ate a Hundred Million beats and shitted out a Drum Machine*
I attack at alarming speeds in order to shatter theyre raps
Yall test me, Better believe i'l be blastin em back*
A Platinum Plaque turn rappers into animals fast
I'm stabbin a man, leavin em floating like a catamaran*
Get me heated, And i'l attack at Maximum Force
Instead of killin you now, i'm letting nature take its course*
on January first, thats the day you meet your silence
Coz your Mental CPU wasnt Y2K Compliant*
Fuck the wackness, cipher in my sleep just for practice
Have these vocals ricochet up off my muthafuckin mattress*
If you hear my joint, Record it on your Magnavox
My Verbal Force is similar to a 44 Magnum Cocked*
Attack with mental G3 like chips inside a Macintosh
If I was an earthquake, you'de be a muthafuckin Aftershock*
Subliminally high, i'm way out there just like an Astronaut
Mention my name, better believe that i'l be Blastin' Glocks*
This is where the chapter stops, so heres the conclusion
My Mobb will leave you in the state of infinite confusion*
:devious:
- SKS
I got a bone to pick with all these bitches disrespectin
Knowin in they mind, they cant see me when im flexin
Ya whole style, reminds me of your common cross-dresser
My mental travels faster than a Pentium Processor
Accelarate to a speed that your pupils can't collect
So when I bust you in your shit, you know I'm askin for respect
With ill Linguistics, Keep away from me, thats your best bet
consider every ill verse that I'm throwin as a Death Threat
and every joint I record is a emcee's execution
By electricution, my flex producin a revolution
Who wanna set it, Bring the straps, I'm a bless him
I know you're an asshole, but you can never say 'I, Rectum' (I Wrecked em)
Niggaz try and dis but couldn't come half as nice
And if you try to dis me son, you better be down for payin the price
This aint no joke so muthafuck 'Takin it and Strive'
I'm down to launch a full-scale lyrical homicide
Yo I leave the fake dead, decapitate your snake head
And leave your lifeless body at the bottom of a fuckin lake bed*
Understand my story, my ill flex is self explanatory
You couldnt step to me if you went and stand before me*
When fuckin wit us, major skills are Mandatory
Pass me the mic and I'l rock in any category*
With my Allegory, I attack with mental stamina
Your weak frame snapped and shot just like a Camera*
So strap up, and try to bring it with your best raps
And watch how quick you're taken out like pieces from a chess match*
I masturbate with mics and like Jeru, I'm cummin' clean
I ate a Hundred Million beats and shitted out a Drum Machine*
I attack at alarming speeds in order to shatter theyre raps
Yall test me, Better believe i'l be blastin em back*
A Platinum Plaque turn rappers into animals fast
I'm stabbin a man, leavin em floating like a catamaran*
Get me heated, And i'l attack at Maximum Force
Instead of killin you now, i'm letting nature take its course*
on January first, thats the day you meet your silence
Coz your Mental CPU wasnt Y2K Compliant*
Fuck the wackness, cipher in my sleep just for practice
Have these vocals ricochet up off my muthafuckin mattress*
If you hear my joint, Record it on your Magnavox
My Verbal Force is similar to a 44 Magnum Cocked*
Attack with mental G3 like chips inside a Macintosh
If I was an earthquake, you'de be a muthafuckin Aftershock*
Subliminally high, i'm way out there just like an Astronaut
Mention my name, better believe that i'l be Blastin' Glocks*
This is where the chapter stops, so heres the conclusion
My Mobb will leave you in the state of infinite confusion*
:devious:
- SKS
THIS GOIN OUT TO ALL THA NIGGAS WHO THINK I CAN MAKE IT IN THA GAME....
STR8 UP BAY BORN AND BAY RAISED/
BEEN THINKIN THAT FOR DAYS/
INSPIRATION BEEN MAKIN ME PROCEED/
TO FEEL AND LIVE MY DREAM/
been tryin to rap since tha age of one three/
been hated and sent to tha cage/
only to increase my rage/
smokin that shit that look like sage/
u cant defy tha indisive one/
str8 talk too much shit, they feel tha gun/
or better yet they gonna regret, and feel a painful death/
imma rip out yo heart/
thass gon be tha start/
and post it up, and play darts/
. i dont give a fuck if u call me a sick nigga/
. u only leadin me to tha point of pullin tha trigga/
xxx rated killa. fuckin livin tha life of a wig splitta
DUNNO
STR8 UP BAY BORN AND BAY RAISED/
BEEN THINKIN THAT FOR DAYS/
INSPIRATION BEEN MAKIN ME PROCEED/
TO FEEL AND LIVE MY DREAM/
been tryin to rap since tha age of one three/
been hated and sent to tha cage/
only to increase my rage/
smokin that shit that look like sage/
u cant defy tha indisive one/
str8 talk too much shit, they feel tha gun/
or better yet they gonna regret, and feel a painful death/
imma rip out yo heart/
thass gon be tha start/
and post it up, and play darts/
. i dont give a fuck if u call me a sick nigga/
. u only leadin me to tha point of pullin tha trigga/
xxx rated killa. fuckin livin tha life of a wig splitta
DUNNO
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