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inferior superior race
« on: July 01, 2013, 04:10:14 AM »
they try to judge your being/ adjust what you are seein/ to fit they monkey scheme/ but i come in peace breakin bread, steak and cheese/ get this cake with ease cuz i got memories of livin amongst many trees/ the jungle boy tussle with the CIA ploy to destroy without a deploy of the troops with seargent oberoi cuz the droid in the drone toy will spill ya beans like soy
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Re: inferior superior race
« Reply #1 on: October 26, 2013, 07:20:36 PM »
they try to judge your being/ adjust what you are seein/ to fit they monkey scheme/ but i come in peace breakin bread, steak and cheese/ get this cake with ease cuz i got memories of livin amongst many trees/ the jungle boy tussle with the CIA ploy to destroy without a deploy of the troops with seargent oberoi cuz the droid in the drone toy will spill ya beans like soy

Guess your beans and being/
Causes them to hate what they seeing/
Cause it refects a dissonance
So their mind starts scheming
They start beleiving its u they hate
Till the picture gets clearer/
They really hate the man in the mirror
Hiding behind smooth talk and false pretense/
Casual walk and back talk and all of that
But what we need in fact
Is just a little gratitude
Not be stuck up and rude
cause we know,
Allah it all comes back to you


Extra rhymes:

Walking round on crutches
Hit the security gaurd with my luggage
Cause he tried to check my bad
Guess I had some contraband
Should've joined a band
And made rock music
But I was a confused kid
Trying to be 2pac
I carried 2 glocks and got locked up
Wanted to prove my street cred
Now I got the feds on me
Just a whitebread with no rhythm
I tried to flow but they said
Don't quit your day job kid
So I stayed workin at Mikkee D's
Got a cold sneeze and disease
From all the old beef
Now I got beef with my x-girl
Cause I got no money
Could rain a whole day sometimes
And it would never look sunny
Flippin burgers eatin french fries
Gave me pimples in jr. High
It was my first job
And oddly enough I've never
Made more in my whole life
Was rappin on the streets
Buskin for change
Tryin to make it in the game
Woman felt sorry, gave me a dollar
I mustve felt like a baller
Told her Id call her tomarrow
She said naw kid, don't bother
« Last Edit: January 01, 2014, 05:51:07 AM by Infinite... Me Against The World »
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