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Title: quick shit
Post by: 'Illicit' on January 20, 2006, 10:35:32 PM
so I started makin' bucks off the tapes I sold/
but I ain't quittin' til I feel like findin' crates o' gold/
and shake the globe, wit' the power of words/
stand firm as if a yet to be built tower emerged/
cuz no, coward deserves to share the stage wit' me/
'n travel the same road that I paved fa me/
I may not be, the greatest business man/
but this game to me, ain't to be a business scam/
I'll git rich man, yo, regardless of paths/
that I might choose in my life so I can harvest some cash/
but part of me's mad, though, that the progress is slow/
my songs may be dope but you can't spot me wit' ho's/
droptop on chromes, or an iced out grill/
all I have is the pain in my mind to spill/
even if I tried to flee or go and hide in a bin/
hiphop will find me, cuz it lives inside of my skin/


peace
Title: quick shit
Post by: DiSSENT on January 21, 2006, 04:40:22 PM
Sick wordplay and multi's. I feel your patterns too. Props, homie - Keep it up, Peace*
Title: Re: quick shit
Post by: 'Illicit' on January 21, 2006, 04:46:16 PM
thanks dawg. i definately will
Title: Re: quick shit
Post by: Mr. O on January 21, 2006, 04:49:40 PM
so I started makin' bucks off the tapes I sold/
but I ain't quittin' til I feel like findin' crates o' gold/
and shake the globe, wit' the power of words/
stand firm as if a yet to be built tower emerged/
cuz no, coward deserves to share the stage wit' me/
'n travel the same road that I paved fa me/
I may not be, the greatest business man/
but this game to me, ain't to be a business scam/
I'll git rich man, yo, regardless of paths/
that I might choose in my life so I can harvest some cash/
but part of me's mad, though, that the progress is slow/
my songs may be dope but you can't spot me wit' ho's/
droptop on chromes, or an iced out grill/
all I have is the pain in my mind to spill/
even if I tried to flee or go and hide in a bin/
hiphop will find me, cuz it lives inside of my skin/


peace

keep it ill mang..gj.