complex text

[skitz]

niggas here got game for tha disc
but the cracka mutha fuckas try to enlist
they cant exist
dimissed
pop like a sist
ballas like infinite on the top list
so keep tryin bitches
u scratch the track like annoyin itches
so i erase u glitches
replace ya like a flat tire
more rap tactics i aquire
your times expired
u rolled snake eyes on dice
so take my advice
im like the vice
president
replace ya residents
with no evidence
u at the bottom of my water like sediments
u try to glow past my light
but i hit ya slit ya flow outa sight
sew ya tighter than the hoes i invite
to ignite
reunite who lyrically tight
and typewrite to a new hight
with exaction
no fiction this is faction
to reproduce an obtuse
so what cha excuse to these moves
causin a jealous reaction

[infinite59]

Sing...
God send us a prophet like Muhammad, OOHHH/
The Resurection of Makevellie, YEAH YEAH

Verse 1....

I locked up in prison my visions blurry/
The powers that be practicing freemasonry/
Illuminati torches are burning up my community/
Were resembling a cd like that Movie Lost in L.A./
Murder, crack babies, fuck being a Patriot/
I'm ready to start shit, spark shit/
That's what 2pac did/
And lately living in this oversized lions cage/
Prison cell/
I'm recieving copies of the writings of 2pac/
We listen to his lyrics everyday in the courtyard/
He seemed to understand us/
I feel that shit when he says, "I'm Hopeless"/
It's like he's our fuckin prophet/
He predicted this shit was gonna happen, Word to God--

A century pased  and we still praisin pac/  
Tha legend of tha outlaw will never get destroyed/  
hard as rock/  
Tha man, tha prophet, tha god/

Verse 2-

COME WITH ME/
And let's purify these seeds/
Teach the Youth bout Makevelli/
They're our Seeds/
And When We Bleed They Bleed/

chorus:

A century pased  and we still praisin pac/  
Tha legend of tha outlaw will never get destroyed/  
hard as rock/  
Tha man, tha prophet, tha god/

Verse 3....

Never change keep your essence/
The power is in the polotics and people we address/
Stressed out yesterday, But quietly I prayed/
Cause, after the darkest night always comes the brightest day/
Read this book from the other century/
Called Holler if you hear me/
It's priceless text, everything said was real/
2pac could feel, he embodied the spirit that embodies me/
See, I was a bad seed/
Like the Rose that grew from concrete/
But I thank the Supreme Being for sending us Makevelene/
Spirually clean me, my soul, I'm gonna be a thug immortal/
The untold truth unfolds like a seven day theory/
Meet me at the cemetary dressed in black/
Tonight we conjure the dead/
In hopes that Pac comes Back/
The return Reserection, I'm Prophesing!!!!

[TimeLock]

i'm glad u set him straight infinite cuz there nothing complex about his text i mean damn the first word is nigga...come on please...try hard next time.

one

[infinite59]

i'm glad u set him straight infinite cuz there nothing complex about his text i mean damn the first word is nigga...come on please...try hard next time.

one

Thanks homie.. I just felt like Freestylin some shit, since he called my name out.

[ToNe1904]

good shit on both partz really. infinite wit tha deep/ thoughtful shit...n i was feelin skitz flow too.

[KVB]

good shit on both partz really. infinite wit tha deep/ thoughtful shit...n i was feelin skitz flow too.