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RANDOM RHYMES....
ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
I'm like goddamm!
too many pussies gettin shipped in a van
snitch and get clipped, even if you my man
I'd get under ya skin bitch, just cuzz I can
I'm in the night riding, it's life-long span....
listen, I don't roll wit cats that play it sloppy
they the same kittens telling the hoe.. sorry =)
yellow tapes, mixtapes, neo-politan milk-shakes
we sit back and watch, playin wit high stakes
patience is a virtue, dawg I'm tellin you..
bacon bits hate ya fits, get a muthafuckin clue
change yo clothes, fuck them hoes, we ain't ballin
mind on the hustle, so what if them hoes be callin?
niggaz in love get sent on a one way ticket to above
see the cake? wrap it up, but use a muthafuckin glove!
no finger-prints, I thought you knew the rules?
you can't be a surgeon if you ain't got the tools
so let's go, another day, another hustle, yup!
concentrate! you out the team if you fumble, chump
Dynamic:
Stomp ya face till ya tonsils split, straight chargin like a rhinocerous
my ink cartridges unleash harsh parchments on all you common men
i emerged, surronded by electronic ions, naked and sweating
at a truck stop, because i told my home planet teacher i'm ready
to take over this blue planet in sector 277
and inspect for a perfect specimen to bring back for testin
the host body was found at a automobile refueling station
He was energizing his crusier, and had an affection for cajun
when i met him he was amazing, so i asked what his name is
then we traded theories on common issues between nations
i relayed this message back to home base in my own language
i continued watching him to see if he was dangerous, he opened the main fridge
pulled out a orange container, and removed the plain lid
drank the liquid contents, and tossed it in the compactor bin
he had a quality that's quite rare on this planet
the idiodicy is outstandin, i simply can't stand it
but he stands above the average, with the brain power that leads to madness
fantastic murderous antics, but ain't above riding the local transit
DYNAMIC
QuietTruth:
Find me in a black hood and black tims under a street sign
Posted up, find the nigga wit a beat and a rhyme
Find a nigga who keeps it real, keepin it real all the time
Not tryin' to get sum head cuz I don't want any piece of they mind
I'm that nigga that you don't wanna mess with at any part of the day
Follow my foot steps and my directions will lead you the wrong way
I got a colorful personality like rainbows but nah don't call me gay
I may not speak 'cents' when I talk but I do got valuable words to say
Call me down right dumb and watch what you become
Twisted in amazement when you find out u gettin' punk'd
People too quick to judge, til you wined up in a slum
Thankful that the place they in ain't at all like where they is from
All the sudden it ain't fun, 'Get me out here son'
Wanna be a tuff guy and now you in a slump
I know u upset but nigga keep your hands folded over ur head chump
You gonna fold your hair over like Donald Trump
Loosen up, look to ur left and see the used needles from drugs
Clean your act up, realize what ur braggin about before u know whats up
Check the crack head withdrawin', not a happy sight
You wanna see a good fight?, watch these niggas bang out over pipes
Now lets watch 'em pull out knives
So you can go back and brag how you saw a black man lose his life
And now at 6 o clock lets watch it on the news
Read the paper the next mornin' to check the police blotter so we can brag on who we knew
Let's see what he got charged on and what the nigga blew
To ev'erybody this is cool, even if it happens to you
So lets get high, fuck bitches til you fucked out ur mind
Than lets leave them behind, move on to the next spot of the night
And the next spot of the night ain't gonna be so fly
Cuz we gon be locked up and in a hour released like we never did a crime
So we write it all up into a braggin right
And turn the same art form we created into just a random rhyme
ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
we massive tact when we deal with mass attacks
we smokin fat on what attracts except that crack
marinating.. standin on the curb just money raking
you steady hating while we ready 4 wuteva, anticipating
there's big hearts when beef starts in these parts
check the charts, we're known to spark, chop like sharks
shakin narcs up in the dark when we emark
shankin marks up in the park when bitches bark
shut your mouth, that's what my father told me
the best advice he ever gave, the rest were faulty
If I had a dollar for everytime that bastard harmed-me
I'd be a rich pig, my life would be-a-fuckin-party
It's lovely the way the sun just goes up and down
I rep. the train tracks n macks in that Trench Town
remember shooting hoops in groups and drankin?
my troops were goofs wit sacks that were stankin
been at this since 99, roles assigned, gang signs
with hos aside, we shined the way we interwined
guns and slugs, drugs and thugs, we needed hugs
jumped em over mugs wit shoulder shrugs just because..
QuietTruth:
It ain't hard to be white, it ain't hard to be black
It's hard to work your ass off and come home wit no cash
Walk in ur home, throw ur empty bookbag on the couch
Black hood over ur head gettin' ready to step out the house
Officer's ride pass while you on your way to the store
Basketballs bouncing' off the ground the whole reason the projects worth living for
To any nigga the 'swish' is 'how great the sound'
Or the steel hittin' the sidewalk when a cop's tackling a nigga to the ground
The garbage in the grass or the smell of regret off a brother
The disrespect they share for each other but be damned if its they mother
The kids, the sirens, the tag your its and the fights
The dope sellin', the faith, the wrongs the rights
The coulds, the woulds, the shoulds the goods
The whole reason it's so easy to love your hood
I'm bored and I suck at writing so there it is. :)
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