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vitodeluca:
I liked that last verse bro, I can really relate to the subject matter.  Good shit.

White-Chocolate:
thankz bro, propz is much appreciated
usually these kinda things are my topic when my brain isn't in writers block hehe

White-Chocolate:
The Future Is So Questionable

straight outta writers block sick of my brain being locked//
pull out some usual shit i'd keep stocked 'n shelf'd//
my thoughts iz my healf (health)//
fuck wealf (wealth) and a wife//
i'm just livin' my life, a legend immortalized by lyrics//
tho at times so explicit when i envision it//
this iz just the way i live it//
can you hear it, feel it, breath it 'n believe in it//
only thing left is the future an it's crazy how i'm fore see'n it//
some say a genius the way i'm detail'n it//
to hell wit spellin' it, pure imagery the way i'm sell'n it//
reality won't even be able to repeal from it//
the only exit'z through my lyrical predictions//
so close it'll expose life as more then just fiction?//
where do we go after life's confliction of disconnection?//
am i heading for one big complicational intersection?//
what's the purpose of life's existence 'n is there any extension to our exstinction?//
last but not least what are we facin' during our final destination?//
peace to the NATIONS of millions with dreams of successful full-fillment

White-Chocolate:
relax what? i think i need X-lax,
my tracks so solid the stores can't keep 'em stacked,
sold out an bumped in crack shacks,
internet kids got my album remixed an hacked,
i can't backs down cuz i'm going from vinyl to 12 inch wax,
fuck non fiction this is straight facts, yall lacks my skill wacks is your skill, tryn'a kill me but like Ludacris i ACTS a Fool,
flippin middle fingers towards you,
snappin' fingers at yo boo like come herre,
smurr (smear) that lipstick but don't touch my gurr (gear),
u think i'm trippin', i know u grippin' an nurr (near),
i ain't scurred but i'm sure ya fear me,
i hear ya cryin' G (haha) bitch shed ya tear,
keep fuckin' with me an won't see next year, ya hear

White-Chocolate:
im turning snow inta rocks,
puttin' money in my socks, hide that shit in my dresser box,
damn look at my new nike shox, gamin' it up on x-box,
made them in less then 12hrs tickin' on da clockz,
runnin' up an down the blockz,
still here till i'm locked.. locked..locked,
never gon' happen tho cuz my glock stay cocked,
bet cha think twice for ya mock, 2 shots worse then 2 knocks to ya skull,
i haul nasty heat to make ya tingle from head ta feet,
ain't halloween but i steal ya trick an then treat ya with my word play so lyrically neat,

now bounce to tha beat

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