If I Get Locked Up Tonight

[Dynamic]

i feel i forgotten my way, so let me just touch back
on why i started this profession, and why i love rap
not because i'm high off this blunt wrap while i'm wearing this dunce cap and got the kinda friends who say fuck that and bust back

niggas lose lives saying my shit is basic
look! i found my knife! i didn't misplace it
cut off your face and send it to so many places expert forensic agents won't ever be able to trace it

look, i had a fucked up childhood, for instance
i was born and bred to love whores and bitches
lord wishes i'll jump off of a 100 story building and go the whole distance with no bungie cord assistance

Go on random acid trips, can you imagine this?
Thizzing out of my mind must be why i'm so passionate
a Soma in the morning get's shit cracking bitch or just give me a brew with a cigarette to clash with it

i'm just a guy trying to get stacks like regis
grab a mac and just blast into the evening
feed you to a bulemic who's just eaten cut off your penis and feed it to demons for saying my shit ain't decent

having a bad day? why not drive off of the innerstate
why deal with your problems when you can simply incinerate
tonya payed me figures so i figured hey i'd hit this figure skater to figure out how to do a figure 8

i'm the type of guy that you might-hate
when chicks see me they pass, they rather have dicks that vibrate
so now i got faggots who wanna punch my face for posting their 16 year old daughter pics on myspace

something's very wrong inside of my cranium
if you see a dike on the street, i've probably dated them
wait with paitience for a burn victim patient then pour acid onto their faces so they'll quit taking the handicap spaces

*Hook*
If I Get Locked Up Tonight
Then I Might Not Come Home Tonight
I'll Stay In My Cell And Just Write
And Wait For The Morning Light



DYNAMIC

[D-Reborn]

tight shit reminds me of eminem old song wit dr dre

 

[bez]

But if I get locked up, I'm guna have to bulk up,
Gym time to rip spines down or from the neck up,
All about one blood, so I slaughter those who oppose,
And leave u twisted, head busted and dislocated elbows,
No holds barred means no regulation or sanitation,
So discrimination is equal to me shittin on all the hatin,
Debatin whether to impose a renegadal murder of rivals,
Is a sermon to servin up all this time in a blindfold,
Sentence equal to what a nine holds, an my eyes lay shut,
The blackout like Red and Meth, but this methods a mess,
And the blackness is quickly turning red as I suspect death is next,
Complex system of life when these bars are your babies,
Either love em or hate em but either way you cant escape em,
Drives me crazy, on a chair, reaching through em for light,
But everythin will be alright, cos I'm not guna get locked up tonight...

so...

[QuietTruth]

Shit do sound like Em, but it ain't Em it's Dy and shit's fire!! Nice drop nigga!!

[ZILLA THA GOODFELLA]

shit, If I get locked up tonight, I'll be alright
ain't like it's my 1st time, I'll be sleeping all night
but checking in at 4am is a bitch though
should've thought of that before fuckin wit a pistol
a felony? nothin new to me, I'm in my cell waitin 4 court
on the yard cats trading their soup just for a port
I'm glad I never got addicted to that trash
now I can eat all my food, like it's somethin to brag
inmates all happy when it's burrito day
muthafucaz have dreams to crunch on frito-lay
we just work out, lose weight, build stamina
discussing why a felony can't get you into canada
I never thought about going there till they told me
fuck it, no time to think about it, I'm kinda horny
talkin to my bitches on the phone, that shit sux
cuzz right now, I could've been gettin my dick sucked
so yeah, all we do is talk, and the politics I'm sick of
boredom is the main thing we can't get rid of
everyday we fuck wit the ones with rape cases
2nd time I went in, seen the same fuckin faces
same cats steppin up like what you bang? the north?
I tell em this the trench homie, I bang the turf
so it's neutral, but cats still try to recruit
too busy being gangstas instead of makin that loot
life on the outside is what I be missing, jail ain't living
there ain't a day when I don't say the phrase: "man I'm tripping"
people in general say life's hard, like we livin in hell
wax said they won't get it till they been in a cell
I agree with that, even though I never did too much time
just enough to spit the truth when it comes to this rhyme

[QuietTruth]

If I'm finna get locked up, I mine as well look for my fam instead of shed tears
Sit Quietly and hear niggas reunite wit cats they haven't seen in years
Try and look un frustrated just focus on lookin' like I don't give a damn
Get me done wit this shit cuz I don't wanna be a 'darling' to some Peter Pan
Not gonna worry about some street cred or some friendly cell mate
Before I do that I'll let hell loose and make the ground shake
Alotta niggas want jail time on they record to try and prove something
So they take to the streets or take it to a lecture and try to preach nothing
If I'm finna get locked up tonight, I mine as well try and learn something
And keep it Quiet on the low so I can grow up and prove that is nothing

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

That was really dope dynamic... there were so many rhymes in that piece you really compacted as many rhymes into each bar as possible.. just like the old Eminem style.. I loved the origional track back in the day, this is a nice tribute.

[bez]

Dont get it twisted, cos my conviction can't be uplifted,
Parole is a no go and this C.O got me in a Dibiase chokehold,
This cells stone cold, an the foods swimmin wit vermin,
Lil fish in this big pond to these sharks I'm still learnin,
Tabacco equals dough, an I dont smoke it so,
I'm stashin it, cashin it, for a hammer and bible minus prayer in,
Poster on the wall, my escape plans darein,
But I'm in here for fuck all, an it seems like nobodys carein,
So I, shine the boss shoes, do his accounts and tax forms,
Got me cleanin roofs for a few brews for my con boys,
Cries becomes echoes as the sleepless nights rebels,
Are taken to the levels where the officers become devils,
But as the day settles, I awake bang on time,
Sunshine stripes on my floor, continuing line for line,
But as my name gets called, I don't appear on the steel,
All thats left is my poster, my hammer, an my meal,
For some other poor soul to consume the next day,
As I fix my boat, on the beach, for I'm free...today!