West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: NoT on November 19, 2002, 05:42:24 PM
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Never know why exactly I left here. Anyway, here goes...
As I sit in this dark hollow, I wallow in sorrow ~
For the days when I was free instead of chained to a desk ~
Loosen my vest, I've got a lot on my face which gets on my chest ~
I guess I'm just a sloppy eater, no my dad's no wife beater ~
But that doesn't mean that my life's not fucked up too ~
I spend ten hours a day wondering what I do ~
Sitting in front of a computer, pretending to work ~
Ain't gonna lie, this shit is drivin' me berserk ~
But when I go out at night I have a lot to look forward to ~
Turn on the Trauma Unit, flow 9-3-5 knows what to do ~
To cheer me up, they just bump my favourite tunes ~
'Til I pass out at home, headphones on singin' the blues ~
Wait a second, that's not what I'm talking about ~
I'm talkin' 'bout positive things, things that don't need working out ~
I sit and I pout, while random spits come outta my mouth ~
Head down to Yorkdale center, these guys try and take me out ~
But to a bunch of twenty-somethings I'm eighteen and on a mission ~
I can spit better lyrics pissin' then my sitting opposition ~
So I win every battle, head home as is my tradition... ~
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i have never seen a rhyme from u, but that was pretty nice shit
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Not bad, I'd never seen anything by u before either
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Yeah, I've hardly posted anything at all here since April. I came here in late-January.
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hey dawg?
good to have ya back.
nice piece,
out ~1~
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Yeah.. Nice piece man.. I think ive seen better shit from you.. Gotta post here more!!!
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Nice lad, very nice. Flowed well.
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where the fuck u disappear too