meezatine
black ridah
Registered: Apr 2003
Location: frisco/ east oak
Posts: one million
tryin to get better
im keepin this thread alive/keepin my flows comin when im hi/ strugglin for a record deal that wont happen/ till these niggaz feel wut i be rappin/i spit about the hood/i hate homies who out the woods/ thinkin they all hard/when the adda be workin in the barn/step to me and ill glock/2pac was all that inspired me/ to spit these flow gradually/ first a poet then a mad man madly/ seekin for this money mayne/ this fame an fortune/ aint notin but lurkin/ i use to be a merchent/muggin to be a star/slangin cd's out the trunk of my car/ i spit lit/ changin my style just a bit/see i got this gift/ to spit on any beat/ to fall off an com back an stilll sound clean/im only fifteen i claim frisco riders/ breaks your bones wit my plyers/ my style outrageous your flows gay ass shit/
i mark the erra/ meezatine steppin to a pair of /flamboyant fools/schoolin u all to a duel/ of all out free for all brawl/ when i cum threw it be hot wut i drop /comes off the top/of my mind need to rewind this trakc an play it again knowone playin me as a friend/ triyn to blend in wit the normal/mc's who cant see im abnormal/puttin any rap artist in a colma/ for me askin there sister for an oral/blastin these fools wit a pump up shotgun/waistim my clips last one laughin/ while u be gaspin for your last breathe/ i let my tec go/cappin niggqaz in the neck
black ridah
Registered: Apr 2003
Location: frisco/ east oak
Posts: one million
tryin to get better
im keepin this thread alive/keepin my flows comin when im hi/ strugglin for a record deal that wont happen/ till these niggaz feel wut i be rappin/i spit about the hood/i hate homies who out the woods/ thinkin they all hard/when the adda be workin in the barn/step to me and ill glock/2pac was all that inspired me/ to spit these flow gradually/ first a poet then a mad man madly/ seekin for this money mayne/ this fame an fortune/ aint notin but lurkin/ i use to be a merchent/muggin to be a star/slangin cd's out the trunk of my car/ i spit lit/ changin my style just a bit/see i got this gift/ to spit on any beat/ to fall off an com back an stilll sound clean/im only fifteen i claim frisco riders/ breaks your bones wit my plyers/ my style outrageous your flows gay ass shit/
i mark the erra/ meezatine steppin to a pair of /flamboyant fools/schoolin u all to a duel/ of all out free for all brawl/ when i cum threw it be hot wut i drop /comes off the top/of my mind need to rewind this trakc an play it again knowone playin me as a friend/ triyn to blend in wit the normal/mc's who cant see im abnormal/puttin any rap artist in a colma/ for me askin there sister for an oral/blastin these fools wit a pump up shotgun/waistim my clips last one laughin/ while u be gaspin for your last breathe/ i let my tec go/cappin niggqaz in the neck