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-Nefarious-:
yo do yall really wanna hear some deep shit??? imma spit a freestyle right now after readin these....every word has a meaning.....trust that
yo
i never wanted to listen to shit, so i closed my ears-
on the very virge of suicide, or just pulverizing my peers-
i even had a plan one day, but I didnt follow through-
my head told me, kill these bitches, but my heart said that aint you-
my dads an ancient crystal meth head, been on it since i was born-
the minute he walked out when i was 3, me n' my brotha's hearts were torn-
5 years of age, daddy called me on the phone, talkin' bout he wants me to come stay-
and wouldnt you know, i packed my shit and left, headed WEST, right to the EAST BAY-
life was tough believe it or not, i didnt just fit right in-
i remember one night, Lionel put a cigerret out on my neck, you dont how bad i wanted to fight him-
by this day and age, im about 13, barly old enough to be a man-
all the people i kicked it with were older, more colder, slangin' bolders trapped in different clans-
my homeboy Sal caught a bullet in his head, brutally guned with a glock 45-
i new the time was near on Holloween night, i could see the fright and pain in his eyes-
a few days later i get a call, still thinkin about a tight lil hottie-
he said, "nigga big Sal shot hiself in the head", then a slight chill flowed through my body-
i shed tears that night, i was on house arrest so i couldnt go mourn and pour liquer-
he was hated by many, loved by few, damn time flys by quicker and quicker-
now im 16, livin' wit my grandfolks, cuz daddy bailed out on me again-
its been about 6 or 7 months since ive thought, saw, looked at, or even called him-
this little verse is not a even 1/4 of wuts happened, or wut ive seen or went threw-
so remember that the next time you see the name Nefarious, spitten shit thats NOTHIN' but true-
wut you think about that little trip fellas...huh...think you can handle it.......that aint even the half.......shit...thast just one rap....i could write a fuckin' bible about my life
R.I.P.
Salvador a.k.a "Big Sal"-we ran the Bay Area
Mike Kelly-see you in heaven big baby
Mark Cross-you up there with mike^^^seeing as how yall died together
Joel-pouring out liquer for all you cats
ONE LOVE TO THE REAL CATS
infinite59:
--- Quote ---
yo
i never wanted to listen to shit, so i closed my ears-
on the very virge of suicide, or just pulverizing my peers-
i even had a plan one day, but I didnt follow through-
my head told me, kill these bitches, but my heart said that aint you-
my dads an ancient crystal meth head, been on it since i was born-
the minute he walked out when i was 3, me n' my brotha's hearts were torn-
5 years of age, daddy called me on the phone, talkin' bout he wants me to come stay-
and wouldnt you know, i packed my shit and left, headed WEST, right to the EAST BAY-
life was tough believe it or not, i didnt just fit right in-
i remember one night, Lionel put a cigerret out on my neck, you dont how bad i wanted to fight him-
by this day and age, im about 13, barly old enough to be a man-
all the people i kicked it with were older, more colder, slangin' bolders trapped in different clans-
my homeboy Sal caught a bullet in his head, brutally guned with a glock 45-
i new the time was near on Holloween night, i could see the fright and pain in his eyes-
a few days later i get a call, still thinkin about a tight lil hottie-
he said, "nigga big Sal shot hiself in the head", then a slight chill flowed through my body-
i shed tears that night, i was on house arrest so i couldnt go mourn and pour liquer-
he was hated by many, loved by few, damn time flys by quicker and quicker-
now im 16, livin' wit my grandfolks, cuz daddy bailed out on me again-
its been about 6 or 7 months since ive thought, saw, looked at, or even called him-
this little verse is not a even 1/4 of wuts happened, or wut ive seen or went threw-
so remember that the next time you see the name Nefarious, spitten shit thats NOTHIN' but true-
--- End quote ---
Tight verse homie. Brother Eldridge Cleaver said, "The wicked ones will plug their ears and close their eyes, and afterwards they'll tell their version of the story, and I'll tell mine. And mine will be the one critisized."
Anyway, your story was ill, and needs to be told, what you didn't have in metaphors and rhyme scheme you made up for with reality, truth, courage, openess, and story telling. Tight shit. Keep blessin the board. One.
-Nefarious-:
thanks cuzo.......yall need moe niggaz like yaself on this board who participate...not playa hate....see...i dont see any of these dudes sayin shit about this rap...but when it comes down to it.....they know my shit is tight...they just dont wanna look soft...but its all good...i aint hatin nobody on this board...i got love for alll...ive seen the worst niggaz~
ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
Ya dat rhyme waz better from u......Dats more like it. Good Shit.
-Nefarious-:
thanks chief
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