how i get down

[Spicemuthafuc*in1]

In the lab with a pen and a pad I’m creative
Give you a whole story of my life in less than three minutes
Detail tragedies and tribulations encountered in my existence
Hear Shit so deep it leave you depressed and speechless

The worse things are, only better they can get
But with every moment these memories seem harder to forget
Locked in my past although my future has a promise
Although I always seem controlled with no chance to ever blossom

I’ve got to stay positive in the midst of self doubt
that’s why I have a plan I just haven’t figured it out
Cant dwell in the past what’s done is done
Only thing that should count is what happens from hear on

I need exposure, I need disclosure, cause my life is far from over
Sick of bending over to fake imposters trying to squabble at my shoulders
Try to stand up for what’s right in life cause god’s eyes
Are the only pair that can judge me from now to eternal life

I keep my eyes on the lord although faith can be tested throughout
Ones life you have to keep faith and the belief of God almighty high
On your mind at all times because your creation
Was a beautiful gift brought down by the man in the sky

Some look at faith as a excuse for past failures in life
To be granted forgiveness one has to believe sincerely in the man up high
Faith cant be faked or treated like a façade
Without repercussions in eternal life handed down by god

don’t want too sound too much like I’m preaching
Immortality has just kicked in and now I’m ready for the killing
Of every aggressor that in justly puts my life in jeopardy
From now to the future to the past whether or now I’m filled with apathy


Im rockin and rollin like the coke thats cookin and cuttin
In the kitchen which you wishen was yours just listen its mine
the reasons why my neck and wrists are glistening
Forever keep the phillies and optimos swishin and hitten from la to richmond

All of these narcotics and drinks got me twisted
And feelin so neglected and rejected
Also a little out of place
Out of time, out of money washed out in life without compensation

The tide remains washing out emotions and draining ones mind
Whats so hard to figure out you cant advance by killing off your own mankind
Unless you’re a assassin like my lyrical microphone skills that fire like cannons blasting with major reactions

From innocents that were struck by dude’s delivery
That led to the numbing and bleeding and full body shivering
The results from my lyrical anarchy that was brought on
Because of microphone imposters clockin in dollaz without skillz like the don

Verbals so unique like 2 dollar bills and 4 leaf clovers
Went from ridin in Hondas and cavaliers to vette’s and range rovers
Went from top raman and 3am 7-11 runs
To fine dining in expensive restaurants cause I have an endless amount of funds










 

[Mr. O]

sup...i don't really undestand what ya trying to tell us...you should specific about ya concept.
anyway u got decent lyric..not the best...i got luv for ya , keep at it.