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White-Chocolate:
it's 5 in the a-m,
i'm stayin' late cuz ain't no other way in,
nocturnal like thats "the way i am",
mind racin', nerves pacin',
eyes wide facin' a world uh sin,
livin' like im jus beginnin',
tryin' to forget we never gon be unforgiven,
deaths around the corner thats the only thing we given,
fortune an fame chosen to a few under the sun,
the rest shun an run in silence,
some take aim in the game uh violence,
we all need money fuh electronix an appliance, ain't no science,
time ta gather an make an alliance,
the under dogs risen,
we just gotta bring knowledge an supply 'em,
the rest we surprise 'em,
like Pac we want all eyez on them,
take a stand its time ta begin

White-Chocolate:
Continually doing my thang as DJ Clay when i'm on the mixin board,
as White Chocolate when im rippin these raps i keep stored,
im lyrically slippin verses when im bored,
c'mon let me buy u a 4 door somethin, an keep that pedal floored...

Here's a lil somethin more from my crews to your crews,
grab ur brews, im talkin to everyone, YES u 2,
my raps won't ever be thru and 2 who think this is tru,
2 words.. FUCK U,
I ain't trying TO cuss at.. you, you, or YOU, i thought cha knew,
All i grew with was that blue pen n pad,
thats all i had when i was mad or shit was bad,
but if, like Usher u got it bad,
dont think what you had, think what you have whether it be pen or pad, penny or dad
after that u musta been glad,
if not let it go cuz if u had it bad, someone else had it worse,
someone's family in a hearse, shit just flowin on like a curse,
hit the verse n reminisce 2 this,
cuz shit will always consist an twist round like a missed kiss,
dont dismiss what you miss,
there's always somethin good 2 this,
like swiss accounts or a wish granted without a discount amount

White-Chocolate:
Just like the prodical son i've returned to let this thread burn  8)

1-I ain't nothin' special, probably,
y it feels so lonely,
alone in this world probably,
y i'm still single 'n ain't been wit a gurl,
if i could twurl the bottle i'd hope it stopped on a better tomorrow,
something more happy, fuck the unlucky sorrow,
hoping better dayz may, shine on 2morrow with hope to borrow another tomorrow
2-I ain't nothin' special,
that's y i wrestle with my microphone,
will i be missed when my life's gone?
positive ain't where i live,
so it's hard to give a hundred 'n ten percent,
'n it's hard to keep ya head up while tryna repent from sin,
it's a constant struggle not ta give in,
either way i'm just tryin ta make it a win, win situation

like "Quik" me an tha boy rick doin' the "Fandango",
now here we go with a hangover,
stumblin' out tha range rover,
mad an feelin' sick with the click ready ta "Flip" like "Game Over",
Yup, yup it's "Game Over" unless we sober,
but like young "Hova" we callin' Kanye ova like rova,
"Jesus Walks" and now talks among us like a soulja,
an i'ma end with revenge to all who's acts is colda,
rememba the whispa in the wind can bend cornas,
don't let me catcha as a gona

White-Chocolate:
plz disregard this, ya boyz pissed heh

like Pac say "Only God Can Judge Me" 'n i feel god's judged me,
only problem is, i think god's got a grudge against me,
stepped out the door, fresh pressed khakis but a bus just splashed sludge all up on me,
now my ass lookin fudged out, derty an a purday bitch just past on by me,
and if i don't stop this rap the wack-ness will destroy me,
so mutha fuckaz it's no time to toy with me,
now that we steppin back to reality i'ma stop this simplicity,
get more explicity complexed like twistin' bitches necks for fraudulent cheques,
what's next after snapping necks an collecting cheques,
i continue to flex like a funk master after ur ex,
shit let me get back to being complexed, i freestyled this so it honestly should be something yall wrecks
sets fire 2 an burns with desire too, who woulda thought, who woulda knew,
i'd be so high an drop somethin that blew
no if i was the mighty "RULE" i'd say let's just keep this "between me and you",
well screw this before i get dissed and my name dismissed from the game,
laughing like what a shame dude flipped 'n dipped on something lame,
i'ma peace and be back with something that'll stain ya brain



haha fuck, sorry yall, this is what happens when ur the opposite of sober trying to force freestyles 

White-Chocolate:
just a tiny somethin' i thought was catchy

I'ma silent assassin' (Shhh),
Smashing ur glass, takin' ur cash, stash & whippin' the eye witnesses ass when questions R asked (Shhh),
Mutha fucka no words shall pass (Shhh) (Shhh),
No words shall pass (Shhh),
U better run up fast or i'm pistol whippin' that ass,
It's a massacre, a massacre,
U heard right bitch a masscre,
A mutha fuckin' massacre, bitch bitch...

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