West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: An-Tony-O Montana on December 29, 2002, 01:35:03 AM
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yo i just fillin' it tonight so i'mma drop another one on ya'll...
i'm hot like splashin' heated grease//
fastin' ya seat belts cuz this ride ain't even close 2 meetin' it's peak//
ya'll icy wit ya pendents frozen, i melt u wit my flowin'//
muthafucka say another word and the shell will hit ya feet as the bullet goes in//
i rip cats like newspaper pages, critique yaself//
2 me u ain't even worthy of a reply and i think u need help//
so contact the nut house n admit your ass//
while u locked up w/ big bubba gettin' harrassed//
i come in and nut in ya girls mouth but then i'm out fast//
i spit "game" like monopolly so i'm all about collectin' my cash//
movin' on and never worryin' bout correctin' my past/
injectin' my math, wit a lyrical syringe, in ya blood stream, i'm in//
simply so u can understand this equation i'm facin'//
takin' a l@@k at the problem at hand from my perspective, i'm chasin'//
this paper like these dead presidents ain't just got faces//
but like they got legs, takin' off in the wind like mazes//
i can't find a way out of this life only 2 cheat wit a bullet//
but i got to much to say and do before i greet death when i pull it//
so let me "speak" my mind, like my brain can talk//
equipt w/ lips and it's only vocal box, i leave em in shock//
ya'll just "dead" weight on the mic so i guess i gotta put ya fieces to sleep in//
a sound proof box, 6 feet deep in the ground creepin'//
around, wit them weak like brittle bone beats n speakin'//
like u borderline retarted w/ ya mic flows//
dog just close ya eyes and dream that your an artist then u might blow//
lost in a world far from caught in reality's trenches//
u better off there becuz half ya'll fake and when i spoke it, i meant it//
cuz just like jt the bigga figga, nicca i hustle relentless...
yea... i'm juss fillin' it tonight... i think i'm done but shit... i'm just flexin' my mental muscle w/o even bein' inspired by the green like brussle, sprouts, cuz it's all in the mind translated by the pen, pencil or mouth and i'm out...
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Yoo that was some really tight shit.. Its flow was off the hook..
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thx... this piece prolly came better cuz i just typed up that other one right before it n theres was just all these thoughtz flowin' throu my mind...
~1~
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nice spit man, keep it up. Flowed well
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Damn remember when i wuz able ta spit hot shit back to back like that. That shit wuz hot like Chicken Grease over 360 degree heat.
CSN!!!
Holla
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Damn remember when i wuz able ta spit hot shit back to back like that. That shit wuz hot like Chicken Grease over 360 degree heat.
CSN!!!
Holla
thx...
~1~