Bay Recovery Movement
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Take a whiff out this aerosol can/ the man that i am/ me and curt slam/ from antioch to san fran/ san ho so hot damn/ we shootin competition like beer cans off a fence/ i'll give you my two cents/ they aint got experience/ rappin at they own expense/ but rappin against/ me is an offense/ Countdown like new years and shit/ welcome to new ears and shit/ What they gotta say/ my life is like pulp fiction, only in the bay/ Your rhymes is typical shit, the kinda shit that needs to be cropped off/ and don’t forget I’ll be spittin, till long after you dropped off/ Mopped off/ till yo head lopped off/ I got a lesson for y'all to learn, I accept no apologies/ S is for shitty, C is for crip-wannabes/ and RAP is what i do best, its norte terminologies/
oh shit another clip raised in the air was set to lift and blaze ur hair,on fire im tired of fools who think they tighter, than a zip tie,rip guys with sicc eyes..stare through they skeleton tellin em, yo dogg u betta be careful with a hairful sellin them,more lead thn a pencil..jus pullit out ur hair piece filled with bulletts like denzel,i track down lucifer..see his demon ass bacc down to my crucible,i used to know wut was happening around my town but now im clueless blastin with suround sound leavin u shoeless,whos this big man walkin all high and mighty..oh shit it a bitch punk high off society,i try to be nice to fools that walk with random faces..but they urge to talk shit so i surge with a glock quick and slam them cases..given u head drama now u drippin with lead on ya..man i give u all the vital vitamins,cool down butlittle marks make me fight again..i hook u up with vitamins a through e but give a whole load of iron to faggotts who hate on me..sorry now dogg but i must depart from this combination of phrases..i said wut i needed to say while spittin shit that was x-rated leavin ur set faded.
Fiero es blazin raisin caine like a citizen stakin a claim stackin Benjamins este guerra ain't no gentlemens pausing for bitches in these ditches say Iam trying to be a better man crapped out in turbulance wit no sump pump bumpin golden flatulence. Orale.
Anybody got a match? Someone stole my lighter.
Smell me?
Anybody got a match? Someone stole my lighter.
Smell me?
MY IMPENETRABLE MIND/ CAUGHT BY 5-0 AT THA WRONG TIME/ MAKIN A NIGGA WISH HE WAS DEAD/ THINKIN BOUT PUTTIN 2 HOLES IN WHOEVER HEAD/ IF HE GOT FUCKED WIT/ HE PULLED THA LATE NITE SNEAK TIP/ AND SUM CREEP SHIT/ HAD NIGGAZ BITIN DUST/ CUZ HE MUST/ LIVIN UP TO EXPECTATIONS/ HATIN NIGGAS/ HATED ON, ASKIN FO REPAPATIONS/ LEFT WIT NOTHIN BUT A QUESTION, NOTHIN LESS/ ONLY I HAD A SUGGESTION
THAT MAYBE IF A COEXSISTANCE EXISTED/
SHIT WOULDN'T BE TWISTED/
2 SHOTS MISTED/ BLIND TO THA FACTS
CAUGHT BY REASON/ CAUGHT BY SCRAPS
LEFT BLEEDIN, AND IN NEED
MOTHA FUCKA LEFT OF THA FACE O' DA EARTH. YES INDEED,
NIGGA THAT ANSWER YO Q?
THAT MAYBE IF A COEXSISTANCE EXISTED/
SHIT WOULDN'T BE TWISTED/
2 SHOTS MISTED/ BLIND TO THA FACTS
CAUGHT BY REASON/ CAUGHT BY SCRAPS
LEFT BLEEDIN, AND IN NEED
MOTHA FUCKA LEFT OF THA FACE O' DA EARTH. YES INDEED,
NIGGA THAT ANSWER YO Q?
I'm comin wit extra clips/ im the cracks in the pavement that causes trips/ but still i'll never flip/ till shit gets crackin like a whip/ too many homies chewin thru red tape/ to make they escape/ soon as i get my first check/ we gon show 'em the state/ cali determine the others' fate/ alarm an armed guard/ wit karma that harm N/ leave you soft like charmin/ but we still comin thick/ with enough ammo to make the NRA say "oh shit"/ reload it/ expose it/ it's yo own fate, you chose it/ it's yo own book so if you wanna close it/ Leave you wit strife/ till the end of yo life/ while my homies continue this, ima go fuck yo wife
Destination unknown through these years all alone aint got a home or a phone of my own but my domes full grown just smokin it's own not Jonesin for chrome or gettin bad bone habits all flown just feelin hi tone Iam inna zone of my own without a microphone like grass fresh mown but I still intone for one lone homie not a clone
DEBATIN WHAT I WANNA DO CAREERWISE OR OCCUPATION/
FACIN THA WORLD THRU EYES OF THA HATERATION/
MY SYNICAL LYRICAL BATTLE TECHNIQUES/
LEADIN TO THA MISFORTUNE OF YO DYIN HOMIES/
U SURE IT ISN'T TRUE, THE WAY THE LYRIX PERSIST
THRU MY LYRICAL VENU, LEADIN TO YOU, AND SHIT
THRU MY BLIND EYE, EAR, OR MIND,
MY LYRICAL DESTRUCTION, IS ONE OF A KIND,
TATTED UP, AND COVERIN U UP, I STEAL YO DESIGN
AND BUILD IT UP, CHANGE IT, CALL IT MINE?
THASS HOW I GET DOWN, WIT MY LYRICAL PRONOUN
MAKIN YO ADVERB, SYNONYM, AND NOUN, TWIST IN RETREAT
FRUM THA VICTORY OF ME, TO YO DEFEAT....
FACIN THA WORLD THRU EYES OF THA HATERATION/
MY SYNICAL LYRICAL BATTLE TECHNIQUES/
LEADIN TO THA MISFORTUNE OF YO DYIN HOMIES/
U SURE IT ISN'T TRUE, THE WAY THE LYRIX PERSIST
THRU MY LYRICAL VENU, LEADIN TO YOU, AND SHIT
THRU MY BLIND EYE, EAR, OR MIND,
MY LYRICAL DESTRUCTION, IS ONE OF A KIND,
TATTED UP, AND COVERIN U UP, I STEAL YO DESIGN
AND BUILD IT UP, CHANGE IT, CALL IT MINE?
THASS HOW I GET DOWN, WIT MY LYRICAL PRONOUN
MAKIN YO ADVERB, SYNONYM, AND NOUN, TWIST IN RETREAT
FRUM THA VICTORY OF ME, TO YO DEFEAT....
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