Author Topic: Gateway to my mind (Read 124 times)

_That_Cracka_J · « **on:** March 12, 2003, 10:42:51 AM »

Gateway to my Mind

Aim release the beast on the streets so no peace
But increase the deceased under white sheets unleashed
The power of the hour yearnin’ for my every desire
Heated like a wire when I’m out to acquire crackaz admired Crackaz lookin’ down on the ninth numbered cloud
While they shoutin’ loud what they about shut your mouth now
How many crackaz talkin’ shit about the man
They armed with two glocks I got a pen in each hand
Inkin’ out my truest thoughts crackaz let me out the box
Now I lift ‘em out their socks as I’m bailin’ down these blocks And hearin’ shots on the stops of every corner I turn
My words will make you burn more than a hollow tip is concerned
A death is a one time thing my phrases last forever
In my opinion I think it’s better never get weathered
No erosion corrosion in my statement I’m knowin’
But throwin’ up D.O.I. keep goin’ showin’ off my flow
With selective references to the story I bet it is
Who’s next to step to this strong enough to rep this shit
Can’t have no weaklings on my team frankly speakin’
All through the weekend crawlin’ sneakin’ and creepin’
In the middle of the night early a.m. slay them
Karma catches up so quick soon enough one day then
It’s all over and done with situation is closed
You chose the roads to pose with the clones and hang with those
But now the time healing process starts to progress
If this is a test then I passed it A plus the best
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Comin’ out to blow up like a bomb so cracka ring the alarm
And it’s on and I’m gone on a mission who’s really strong
Physically is one element what do you represent
Mentally it’s evident your brain is hesitant to get a message sent That’s where it starts and you marks don’t get it
First thought is to turn to violence cause intelligence is missin’
You’re pissin’ your life away everyday and throw stones
While living in a house of glass shards by your home
And it’s sad cause that’s bad I contemplate and wonder
How many times you blame your mother as an excuse to a blunder
And blame a person’s actions on a childhood life
I believe it to an extent only I know cases that say it ain’t right
So it’s wrong and I pen it out in my song
Pointin’ the finger all along and now who’s really strong
The one who takes responsibility for his own actions
Accepts everything that happens as life simply passin’
And time movin’ on and while it is what are you doin’
Nothing so you get ruined ran over F.C. flew in
Teachin’ statements to sadists, believers, vagrants and high class Messages received the latest here take this and then the death pass And spread the word make sure they heard the last and the first
And everything in between reality a dream but the truth hurts {Chorus}
Seven years ago my number of CD’s was zero
So who’s the true underground hero it’s not him it’s me though
Crafted my skill through strongest will to fill
These shoes of mine never missin’ a line until
I got both feet in the grave no attempt to be saved
Resurrected not expected but check it I’m here today
Wonderin’ if truest words held up to it’s own title
I must live for more recital it’s vital but I idle
And sit and waste time not makin’ the most of mine
I guess more than some do pour out my heart and soul in these lines Now I feel obligated elated that I waited
Crafted my skill to be more updated perfection I made it
Send this album to The Source to get five mics twice
I mean thrice for this Boom Trilogy and The Timeline
Dopeness they couldn’t measure I feel it’s work not pleasure
If professional I’d feel stranded in the desert forever
Cause that means shows and tours autograph yours
Appear for in-stores one night stands with whores never be ignored Aside from all that appears to be glamour selfish matters
All the time away from home I could never see my crackaz
That’s why this is only a hobby now less tend to rob me
Less crackaz spot me and got me they have them but not me.......