Post by Vallus on Jan 19, 2006 3:29:24 GMT
If I could change shit I would...
I want to rid our statements of bitch's mistakes n
All these sentences, pigs, & fuckin litigations
Free my peeps from cells, throw 'em each a bail
Give 'em each a whip, a grip a brick & to each a scale
The drug game, wasn't Harvard, then at least it's Yale
Artists r confiding to their margins in each themselves
Scared to bring some hell, I'd throw them all in the booth
All collab n then mix their styles to show wut they all can do
Strength is in numbers, I'd go overseas & plunder
For pearl harbor hit the Japanese n then their mother
Some may ask me why hit China?,
Shit............next it's on to Africa to get some diamonds
Fuck traditions and cultures, most of them r hidden & vulgar
They hide behind images n personas like premises vultures
Waitin to swiftly fuck ur, route in life, dudes is trife
Act like their ur friends for ur ends then u lose ur life
I viewed the sights n knew one nite
That I'll do what's right cuz I'm not losing the fight.....
I'm frankly disgusted becuz I fuckin trusted this guy
Now I'm spreadin his death like Mustard with these lines
Fucked up n came up the ranks, to take aim @ demise
The switchin of flows so much wut was suspect pastin ur rhymes
Take it n die, fakin isn't right, especially with agents on ur side
Like the matrix without a line, and by that you don't have a phone
So when u runnin and dodgin bullets u got nowhere to go
I'll pull the plug & end the show, you'll enter a hellish land
And it's fucking too bad fam that
The way I fall down n then get up you could call me Cinderella Man
Hella unplanned, either way it be like Ali fightin Tyson, damn
Go back to six with ur bits n pieces n re-write ur stance...
Save the symphony for a bitch's piece or feminine listening
That typa shit inna text forum isn't very convincing to me
Lokin when openin so flush the strategies down the toilets
Life to him is "u ain't smokin if u ain't chokin", how appropriate
By him we all know it's the stalwart pro whose all a ho
Such a bastard he tainted the place we used to call a throne
I can't even vent in a piece, without spittin some beef
So listen to me, it's history n this is to be the last images seen
A royal finish, like I'm holdin aces, so behold the makings
Of the remaking of the the grounds previously found to be sacred
Hit parchment I destroyed my arch nemesis for knowin the basis
Pages with gays n without the pro's
It's like the fucking Matrix without it's phones
So let me begin the creation of a new episode....
I want to rid our statements of bitch's mistakes n
All these sentences, pigs, & fuckin litigations
Free my peeps from cells, throw 'em each a bail
Give 'em each a whip, a grip a brick & to each a scale
The drug game, wasn't Harvard, then at least it's Yale
Artists r confiding to their margins in each themselves
Scared to bring some hell, I'd throw them all in the booth
All collab n then mix their styles to show wut they all can do
Strength is in numbers, I'd go overseas & plunder
For pearl harbor hit the Japanese n then their mother
Some may ask me why hit China?,
Shit............next it's on to Africa to get some diamonds
Fuck traditions and cultures, most of them r hidden & vulgar
They hide behind images n personas like premises vultures
Waitin to swiftly fuck ur, route in life, dudes is trife
Act like their ur friends for ur ends then u lose ur life
I viewed the sights n knew one nite
That I'll do what's right cuz I'm not losing the fight.....
I'm frankly disgusted becuz I fuckin trusted this guy
Now I'm spreadin his death like Mustard with these lines
Fucked up n came up the ranks, to take aim @ demise
The switchin of flows so much wut was suspect pastin ur rhymes
Take it n die, fakin isn't right, especially with agents on ur side
Like the matrix without a line, and by that you don't have a phone
So when u runnin and dodgin bullets u got nowhere to go
I'll pull the plug & end the show, you'll enter a hellish land
And it's fucking too bad fam that
The way I fall down n then get up you could call me Cinderella Man
Hella unplanned, either way it be like Ali fightin Tyson, damn
Go back to six with ur bits n pieces n re-write ur stance...
Save the symphony for a bitch's piece or feminine listening
That typa shit inna text forum isn't very convincing to me
Lokin when openin so flush the strategies down the toilets
Life to him is "u ain't smokin if u ain't chokin", how appropriate
By him we all know it's the stalwart pro whose all a ho
Such a bastard he tainted the place we used to call a throne
I can't even vent in a piece, without spittin some beef
So listen to me, it's history n this is to be the last images seen
A royal finish, like I'm holdin aces, so behold the makings
Of the remaking of the the grounds previously found to be sacred
Hit parchment I destroyed my arch nemesis for knowin the basis
Pages with gays n without the pro's
It's like the fucking Matrix without it's phones
So let me begin the creation of a new episode....