Thursday, May 27, 2010

A cocky somebody, like Kanye West
A motherf%cker but not Delonte West
prefer them NaTuRals to that fake mess
never messed with white even though
their head game is the best
slippin on snifiin
got you drop weight
quickly like fifty
future lil iffy
bad enough I got 8 of em missy
They all got a habit
got to have it
ironic like my chick
with fake tits
talking bout going organic
paper not plastic
get em too much time in the sun and...
it's tragic
uh oh
on the low
these dudes to slow
even when standing still
I leave a blur, GO!
got it lock
XD 40
not the glock
the streets love me
and never pumped rock
see similarity Jamaican
more ways then one
so hold me? that's dumb
got the riot ready for takin
my cloudcicks got them cakin
and me away ain't making none
sense since lock a man perserve his mind
with this grind his hers and mine
line for line
I am already doing time
tormented by signs
of what it is to be and it ain't fine
the world deals with threes
Egyptians, Mayans, now we's
next to feel extreme breeze
and quakes that shake to relocate
when tectonic plates start to grate and
flip it in one take

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