West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Dynamic on August 24, 2007, 12:09:00 AM
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Behold tha vision of pain
Tha decision is made
Time ta grab tha amunition
Listen, this isn't a game
What's the difference today..they all spittin' the same
You either flippin' that caine or grippin' 9's, spittin' in range
I withold the vision of pain, overall sicc wit tha gauge
Fold fists with written up slang...go get ya cliques n ya gangs
DY got the mix -n- the flame that'll rip in ya brains
Back to that real life, I'll tell y'all what I really feel like
Even tho' I still write, I'd rather tell y'all what the deal right
Momma doin' drugs, videos is lyin' tryin' to influence thugs
lil' sister threw it up..me, I stood waitin' for the nuisances cuffed
They wired my phones, tellin' me that the fire has grown
Roll like tires on chrome, out the door cuz I'm tired & stoned
I need to escape this planet, blaze up and chase paper damn it
Raised by a scitzophranic, hooked on Zanex so he don't panic
They can't believe the fact that right now I should leave this rap shit
But I alwayz seem to come back & attack..better believe this cat can stack spitz
Caught up in visions of pain, my chain glitters like prisms in flame
Still I'm imprisoned to break, my gangsterism's fittin' the pain
DYNAMIC
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that was crazy, i luv it, keep it up!!
8) 8) 8)
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Never weak, never wack. Propz homie.
Cuz got damn, man. Just even a few bars like this you kill it.
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thats fuckin nice homie +1
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you always come up with the sickest keystyles props