Author Topic: Feel What I Say...Quickstyle drop. (Read 181 times)

Now_Im_Not_Banned · « **on:** August 16, 2006, 05:16:27 PM »

Just another day I'm spendin' in an empty gallery
My desires are priceless, yet I work for a salary
Slavery to currency is pretty much my task, you see
This galaxy's a fallacy, that's why I live impassively
Pretty much, yea, I'm as real as can get
You might feel what I said, but I don't appeal to the rest
Concealin' a weapon
Homie, don’t step to me, I'm feelin' depression
And feel no regrets when...
Click Clack Bang, I put you out of motion
…Cuz I feel no emotion
…It's just how I am
A damaged brain stem so I damage brain stems
Just glad I ain't them... so cold I'm irregular
Woodland Hills been heatin' up, but my flows guide the tempature...

QuietTruth · « **Reply #1 on:** August 17, 2006, 07:41:46 AM »

The ending was tight.

Now_Im_Not_Banned · « **Reply #2 on:** August 17, 2006, 10:34:34 AM »

Quote from: QuietTruth on August 17, 2006, 07:41:46 AM

The ending was tight.

LOL...It's aiight, I was pretty blazed when I typed this.

Now_Im_Not_Banned · « **Reply #3 on:** August 17, 2006, 11:57:05 AM »

Creepin' up, movin' slow, dump and then I'm firin'
Puttin' bitches outta commision and muthafuckaz in retirement
Perspirin' the fire within, the skill your minds acquirin'
Can awaken your whole block like the siren of a fireman
I'm always blazing casually
Full of fuckin' apathy
Passion free, I could give a fuck 'bout my anatomy...
I'll drain the blood from my veins
Vainly gut my remains
Remaining sick as ever, just don't fuck with my brain
Come bustin' untamed
Concussions sustained
By all you mental midgets in your muscular frames.........................................