Author Topic: ........Seeking to Find........ (Read 539 times)

LAXCENTRAL · « **on:** May 07, 2009, 12:19:05 PM »

Seeking to Find

I like Red Bull but I’m on a diet
Eat unhealthy like my name is Wyatt.
If I’m wrong tell me and I’ll be quiet
But If I’m right don’t start a riot

I am giving you things you see in your dreams
You feel it while eating it in your Ice Cream
So I give you heads up so don’t get scared and Scream
When in doubt look it up in the air stream

It ain’t a lie when you feel it running down a river bank
Getting the ammo loaded into a tank
Trying to award someone knowledge with a lesser prank
This all happens after the last bottle you drank

So don’t approach my lines poetically
I’ll give you continuous rhymes phonetically
You’ll be knocked out verbally and ironically
You’ll realize you’re nothing but broke mechanically

Hearing from people you want to be on my team
Trying the figure out your tone and theme
Hoping I don’t run into another bullshit scheme
Follow my regime and you will be supreme

Roccy · « **Reply #1 on:** May 07, 2009, 12:21:48 PM »

Quote from: LIGHTS on May 07, 2009, 12:19:05 PM

Seeking to Find

Hoping I don't run into another bullshit scheme
Follow my regime and you will be supreme

Rippin it..

Muhfukka · « **Reply #2 on:** May 07, 2009, 08:22:47 PM »

so the goof troop has a new member

LAXCENTRAL · « **Reply #3 on:** May 08, 2009, 08:15:47 PM »

hey homie give me a good reason why you think we're whack...
do you know enough to conclude that?
I m not on this site to start beef im here to post how I feel...
But I'm down to see why would come up with such fantasy fiction

LAXCENTRAL · « **Reply #4 on:** May 17, 2009, 02:19:38 PM »

GOOD LOOKS ON ALL THE FEEDS

RaveyOne · « **Reply #5 on:** May 17, 2009, 05:50:30 PM »

rAVeyONeR
KICCIN BACC AT THE HOMIE SCITTS
WE SMOKING HALF GRAM FATTIES TO THA NUBS AND SHIT
WE GOT WEED, BAGGIES, AND A COUPLE SCALES
YOU WEAKLINGS CANT MAN UP
YOURE TOO FUCCIN FRAIL
IF THE COPS COME TRIPPING
WELL GIVE UP FLOYDNESS
REAL MACCS DONT THINK TWICE TO SNITCH ON THEY BITCH
WHEN IT COMES TO RAVIN
FOOL WE AINT HIT OR MISS
WE POP THE THIZZLES SPARK THE KUSH
AND STRAIGHT ACC A BITCH
ORNIT BE TRIPPIN
SHE DONT WANT US SMOKING
SCCIT GIVES HER THE EVIL MUG
LIKE "BITCH ARE YOU JOKING"

HANDLIN SOME SHIT