just a lil something

[Evil_Ekim]

My whole life/ been sheist rose rouse/ ice dice/ cocaine what's the asking price/ hace my faith in christ but getting doubts/ nuttin amounts/ fight die live/ i been hearing it gets better but it never does/ went to school and learned crack, weed, guns, rims, eye's blood shot red/ wit a tilted brim/ gun play on the everyday aint nowhere safe/ and my face has 1,000 yrs of hard work and struggle but no success/ obessed wit millinare staus glamour t.v. hoes niggaz wit no lyrics you see/ on the daily on the corner in the night asking god will he save me/ the streets filled wit bitches, snitches, niggaz putting hit's out on niggaz talking in low pitchs/ diamond riches you can't take wit you when you go/ what's the use of building money wealth and friendships/ even so / niggaz do it/ i'm on my own weed and liqour mixed wit my colonge/ low tone/ cuz i'm so messed up/ stagger to the car if i sleep 2nite will i get up/ maybe i will maybe it might be curtains/ i wish this on no person/ fight so hard but it seems 2 worsen/

 

[Napalm]

Check this out Ekim I spit this off the top of my head Iam going to start a post with this in it and add to it hit it up. That shit yote was tight I like the part about the Cocain whats the askin price. Thats cool


I spit on your grave/ Best to behave/You became my slave/Life has no meaning/Fuc Dreaming/I live in reality/Its a fatality / Stepped out the pen and everyone wanted daps with me/ Its Rob they wanna be/ I live like a demon/ And until my casket close I'll blast like my dick shootin semen/ Still thevin because I cant afford a thing/ Fuc drama murder I bring/ ANd wheres my gold chain and ring/ Around ya neck with a teck Ill take that thing/ And I was in the pen because my own cousin wanted to sing/ Well sing when I found you/ Bullets blaze from the tec to blindside you/ I sold my soul to Satan when I was Six/ ANd in my room is bottles of O.E. and a Bloody crucifix/ I need to Rob like a drug user needs a fix/ I take acid to see reality and life/ Tried to slice my wrists with a blunt butcher knife/ Just to feel the pain/ Put my piece to my dome and tried to blow out my brain/ Iam insane from seeing blood baths/ And I dare one of you haters to walk my paths/ Back in the woods worse then any ghetto Neighborhoods/ Where your girl could miss her purse/ Come out the weeds high of weed and lettin my knife disperse/ I curse the day I was born/ And I warn all who want to test/ Ill leave an exit wound where you should have worn that vest/ This is the mind of DA ROBBER full of unrest........................UNTIL I DIE I STAY HIGH

DA ROBBER