Your ex just sent me a text
asking what to do next
aint that a low down dirty shame
that shit is more suspect than shawn wayan
Then again he's asking for advice from the only
man to keep the puma tame.
our last encounter I damn near knocked that pussy out the frame.
I suggested a flower shop 60 miles away and buy a purple rose.
Thats more than enough time for me to curl your toes.
I'm late
I don't like to judge art
But I'm saying you mean to tell me you put thought, into what you saying
Man you playing, i spit that realness did you forget
I talk about how to better ourselves, not just the hell
Cause thats a reality as well
I'm legit, I flip lines like Kitt, hitting land mines in the dead of night, ssshhhiiittttt
I'm even trying to keep the curses out of my rhymes and get
To that plato that I'm trying to reach and split
It how many ways I got to til all my niggas got grip
Shout out to J-Biz, we was just building on that tip
Jersey up and Inflewential Records, we gonna get it ourselves
Sometimes I feel like asking for help
But people looking at me strange, oh well
What you lost your way, go to hell
Thats what I want to say instead I pray
Cause its a brighter day
and I get the heart, skills, and drive to press on and play
Let yall stay behind with those pessimistic ways
I express myself through prose and lays
It down, like a pro, amazing how it sounds, and no one pays me wow
engineer how that sound
oh thats me sweating back and fourth to the boards running around
I'm not asking no more
My knuckles are broke from knocking at the door
this time i'm kicking it down
spitting it around cause lyrically I got the crown
These new artist today making a million dollars off of four words and a hook
They need to read a book
Cause the label probably making a hundred mill off of the way they look
And how tuff they sound
spitting garbage ruining the art, wonder why CD sales are plummington now
and I'm not just talking about the south
some of them spitting better then up north artist anyhow
I'm from Bridgeton where we be putting it down!!!
Props to IZZY I like that still reading other post
Been gone for a sec,
But the panties stay wett,
For fly flows and mic checks-And I bet...
Ya'll didnt think this fly Diva could come correct-
But I will shut a party down like a hip hop vet.
Heffa's wanna ride my bra strap, piggy backing on my post
Looking for confrontation, but they cant come close
Dont understand my glide, Like a philly they get smoked
Arguing on the net, gotta be a joke
I mean talk shit to me if you want your ass'll get e-choked
But that aint my thing, I rather talk about sucking dick and
getting tounged down w/ ice cream-
My sex life is more explicit than a book by Zane-
While your reading shit, I am living it I dont have no shame-
About what I will do to please my man-
Another chick cant ride ya, like this thourough-bread can-
Have your ass reaching for your water bottle on the night stand.
Grip your shirt, ride ya till it hurts, we might need an ambulance.
Let me calm down, cause soon I'll be on the prowl.
Fella's already lining up telling me how they can lay it down
That's a story I aint ready to share so I digress...
Let me drop the mic and see if my ex has my dinner ready yet.
I'm late
I don't like to judge art
But I'm saying you mean to tell me you put thought, into what you saying
Man you playing, i spit that realness did you forget
I talk about how to better ourselves, not just the hell
Cause thats a reality as well
I'm legit, I flip lines like Kitt, hitting land mines in the dead of night, ssshhhiiittttt
I'm even trying to keep the curses out of my rhymes and get
To that plato that I'm trying to reach and split
It how many ways I got to til all my niggas got grip
Shout out to J-Biz, we was just building on that tip
Jersey up and Inflewential Records, we gonna get it ourselves
Sometimes I feel like asking for help
But people looking at me strange, oh well
What you lost your way, go to hell
Thats what I want to say instead I pray
Cause its a brighter day
and I get the heart, skills, and drive to press on and play
Let yall stay behind with those pessimistic ways
I express myself through prose and lays
It down, like a pro, amazing how it sounds, and no one pays me wow
engineer how that sound
oh thats me sweating back and fourth to the boards running around
I'm not asking no more
My knuckles are broke from knocking at the door
this time i'm kicking it down
spitting it around cause lyrically I got the crown
These new artist today making a million dollars off of four words and a hook
They need to read a book
Cause the label probably making a hundred mill off of the way they look
And how tuff they sound
spitting garbage ruining the art, wonder why CD sales are plummington now
and I'm not just talking about the south
some of them spitting better then up north artist anyhow
I'm from Bridgeton where we be putting it down!!!
Props to IZZY I like that still reading other post
Young Get It Going Watch Em Flow Like A River
Im A Star Baby, Someone Throw Em Like A Ninja
Told My Girl I'll Be Gone Till December
Tell These Other Rappers That They Pumba To My Simba
Uhhh! The Lions Back, I Am That
You Are What You Eat So I Am Rap
Its A Girl, Thats What I Said When I Birthed You
I Set Tha Rules, Impose A Hiphop Curfew
Dont Come Out After Dark, Dont Come Out After March
I Been Bit So I Aint Afraid Of No Bark
Problems Wit Me Lead To Assault Wit Deadly Weapons
Cuz I Can Walk Streets Of La And Answer Jeopardy Questions
GROWNAZZBLAK...Im far from elementary sir...better ask about me
Yo rhymes need rehab, something like Brittani
My rhymes on that dope shit, something like Whitney
You worst than the wack niggazzz that write yo songs
Hand me a pen and a pad so I can write yo wrongs
This aint American Idol, they don't allow rhymin
And where I come from, we dont allow Simon
Told GROWNAZZBLAKMAN I'm an erection to a hymen
Bust u down and run opposite direction of the siren
Hiphop not hiring, find another gig
I"ll bomb on Mike Richards if he call me a nig
On my unborn child my sister and my mother
If you call me out my name I might act my color...........................
OnSlaught, sick
fuck fuck i can never end a "verse" rite, anyways im out yall, time 4 me 2 go home n go 2 sleep... I tried
i walk thru the lion's den like ol buddy in the bible did/
im no bible-man, i ain't "su-woo"-in but lyrically leave u lyin in a pool of it/
miss me wit that foolish shit, u cats get a pencil and dream up shit on the mixtape cd plus the bonus dvd/
this ain't gangsta chronicles nigga u ain't hafta bag- triple beamin a ki/
private school fools, gotta education but u don't the t.i.m.e. or science b/
mathematically divided from the real, gangsters work wit the tools/
u aint handy witcha hands, bet u ain't seen the insides of the can/
we, still got off grams?! BGOL on ur screen now u a handyman, damn/
nigga ya frail, my niggas really real, i can't relate stories/
speak how i feel, cuz a dry snitch get wet like a starfish or an eel/
and the only thing they leave by the (beach/)bietch is shells from the steel/
u cud catch me in the organic spot gettin a fruit smoothy from the rastas, my real/
or cuttin the line at the club walkin past u impostas while u grill/
spot me at the jewelers downstairs the Coliseum caked up like a mobster wrist is chill/
u definitely gon see me sueded down like I was Arafat w/bitches lookin Arabac, Bin Laden money at the bank/
but u wont catch me witout the gat for a sweet vic not a chance/
see them ol heads claim they the last of a dying breed, and all the real/
is, locked up or dead, in the feds, or they snitched and got numbers on they head/
but we the new breed tryna get ahead, rock minimal ice but trust jewels(/Juelz) is dropped like Cam did Santana deal/
educated thug, somethin like Papoose, rep for the real- college niggas that dont dress like Kanye/
the working class in the ghetto, that don't necessarily pop heavy metal. or rap/
jail niggas that aint workin, but know they made mistakes/
but strive for perfection like us dudes search for the perfect chick finest bubble ass 4 hittin', lips bless the erection/
rawdog lessons, my tip hit the back of a chick tonsils, fuckin the head up, I know/
but dig-it if u can, I'm analytical man, I c real gangsta's don't rap and real rappers don't gangsta (gank ya)/
my ole mom I gotta thank her 4 raisin me rite even tho I stayed doin wrong/
maybe its the same reason my babymoms and I, dont get along/
maybe she was on some other shit, maybe I wasn't hittin it rite/
maybe ur little sister's pussy tite, maybe we both gutta kid/
maybe u ass, bitch get a thong, and sling shots like Bart Simp-son bong bong/
I never got robbed for thous-onds, over a re-up- or during the drought/
quarter niggaz mad they can't be up and be out/
rich crackers mad they can't be us, so they debatin on the word ****** and who can say it, wow/
hustlin don't make me no more than it make us, that shit just a hobby for now/
somethin to do, don't be confused on how I say wild shit out the blue/
crills won't pay the bills for-ever, won't keep u out the red forever/
niggas wanna be saved, but then they don't wanna save, and ol ladies in church yellin like they saved/
but it look 2 me like god got em enslaved, if jesus was white/
u could tell em I said fuck him str8 up, cuz he done dicked us down/
and if Jah listenin then tell em send mi di kush now/
for my niggas in the penitentiary and in county/
and tell Allah, I stay wit some Halal meat on my fork no pig no baby maggots/
soundkillin, if they were me they'd let sucka mc's have it if they "had it"/
females sweat my bars cuz I chew up the pen like a nervous habit/
ever since high school they been grabbin at it, in public like I'm some kinda celebrity/
its my aura B, Im no 6'5 athletiCy (letta C), skinny nigga but I can throw the D/
and never ever popped E, eF Ja Rule cuz he wasn't real, stay G'up I ain't G-unit eith/
-Er, eth-er, to u Jay-z rappers, everytime I write it or type it/
scorch rappers wit fire shit/
its for the love of H-hop i know u likin it/
I'm not lookin for a deal or tryna prove that I'm real, and I dont need the fame/
cuz it wouldn't be the same, if I couldn't hit the Ave, or goto tha food spots, splurge at the weed spot/
fill my prescripton wit the best shit hittin, ghetto pharmaceuiticals/
NewYork troopin thru, laid back, calm demeanor like Snoop/
gleamer, stacks on deck on the low like Scarface do/
I'm not a 5 boro gangster, I'm an Asiatic thianker/
that be in every hood, like teenage pare-nts, apparent-ly I could go on and on and on and/
but I don't got a new dance 2 make us look bonehead/
ain't got 6 whips on deep dish 25's, and I ain't got 8 faceless video vixens steady hittin me on the hip 2 slide/
ready to fnck in the trailer in exchange 4 some paper, no condom no problem/
anything else money can solve it/
I aint got a retarded dookie chain worth robbin/
don't type lines that make young wolves wanna do crime shit 2/
I dont promote that, nah I ain't nothin like u/
so answer me this, why would I rhyme 2? if it ain't 2 save u
fnck
I laugh at you and your lame tactics-
**Singing Jill Scott**
Hate on me Hater-
I think it funny you wanna fuck this name on the computer
I wouldnt give you no play-so fuck what you say-
Your like a child w/ no gifts on christmas day.
Mad at the world, but w/ jokes you try to hide it-
Want my pussy on your chin? Will that make you be quiet?
You never know who this Puma knows and who she e-runs with-
I dont beef but like like my cramps your starting 2 annoy me.
So now I treat you like my period which is sort of refreshing-
I bleed you on my maxi-pad and discard you in the trash can.
Ahhhh then it back to being fly-
Making more money in a 2 weeks then you will in your life.
I know your type, wish I was your wife-
Want some of this diamond pussy for your lonely nights?
Fantasize about pouring chocolate milk on my body and licking it up-
Want me to call out your name while you try beating it up.
You make me look good pet monkey keep on dancing
Maybe one day mamma will give you some breast milk-
Put this hershey titty in your mouth and make YOU the envy of the club of haters you built.
Your a child to me so here is your lesson to learn-
Mama said stay out the kitchen or your ass will get burned.
Bitch
