Author Topic: come at me (heaviest shit ever keystyled) (Read 472 times)

I TO DA GEEZY · « **on:** January 31, 2003, 07:03:08 AM »

I speak through ya, cause to me homes', U don't even exist\
Since u have entered the shitlist, Ill show of what I consist\
self confidence filling my soul, in victory Im convinced\
Im Lookin' into yo future, you're found deceased in the streets\
wit' yo lungz spilled, blood filled,to the top of the cup\
wanted to die as a thug, so "PIGs" be on ya, like Ragz\
surounding you wit chalk. While Donat crumiez drippen on ya\
and people passing by, u catch their eye, won't let them by pass\
they're stopin' fronta' tha corpse, shut their kids' ears, than they cus'\
their opened eyes,make them wonder whaz the cost of this life\
but fuck that, gettin' off point here, Ill stand up to the hype\
u came at me> you'z a statistic now> You feelen' me right?\
oh no u don', u can't, u'z gone\
six feet deep, all alone\
yo funeral was payed by the state, yo relatives never cared\
yo friends and fam' split the insurence money fair and square\

bez · « **Reply #1 on:** January 31, 2003, 12:18:24 PM »

It was cool!

'Illicit' · « **Reply #2 on:** January 31, 2003, 07:47:59 PM »

yup sure was homes

I TO DA GEEZY · « **Reply #3 on:** January 31, 2003, 10:24:29 PM »

thanx homies.
yet still there's no competition.

I wanna thank ya for the props, not to soften the battle\
my lyricz bubbling up yo brain liquids, not letting them settle\
Poping the same shit,that lame shit,that makes yo head spin\
there's no way u can defeat me,being up under that green\
and I dun' wanna be mean, I can't control it, so fuck it\
u bet' not open yo mouth bitch, I got a Gun I'll just stuck it\
but it's yo choice, your loss, your death, of course\
and I might drop the glock yo, unzip it, and let u suck it\
since left alone in the darkness, shadowes iz what u atacking\
this ain't the way, to go with heavy weights,deluding yoself, u'z lackin'\
bump into walls in yo spare time, Im in a chace after wealth\
dollaz don't alwayz make sence, with this time being the caSE\
so show me what u got dawg, I promiss dat it won't hurt\
it'z gon be fast and effective, like being poped by a cop\
I'll clean up all of the mess, yo momma having lil' Job\
blood stains ain' gonna remain,Profesional killing squat\
the only thing left when u gone gon' be yo credit card, God\
and not fa' long, because I got mouth to feed homie\
I ain' got Kids and shit, But I got hoe's all up on me\
so this just some shit of top, u get by looking for problemz\
unless u looking for trouble, I doubt u gonna get rumbled\
simply be left un-noticed, my standarts blinding yo eyes\
cause you can't see me to the point, I can slap u, then hide\