West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: OLD ACCOUNT PLZ DELETE INDY on December 17, 2003, 06:34:44 AM
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I've paid my dues two times over//
So i remain fighting myself in the mirror//
I come back stronger each time, lucky 4 leaf clover//
With enough lyrikal caps, in ya hollow to kill yer//
A stain on my sneeks, it can only be blood//
I reminise my bullets just tearing through//
Only mayne fighting a war is god tryna pray for you//
How can you goto heaven, to many sins made//
All i can hear, is the sirens of hell//
You gotta soul to sell? saiten dont slack on his wage//
Coming at me with full guns blazin, do you feel lucky//
I remain a mystery, ass up im facin, no id when they fuck me//
Theirs 2 uncommon features 1 is we aint mentally-aquainted//
Secondly, you aint getting none, except for me, your sexually-frustrated//
I hold a mic in my hand, decibels of distortion with enough-to-kill-you//
Come to mamma, she gone give you some experience, with so much love-to-give-you//
You either rise to stardom, or you make ya moves, tryna get a hardon//
Playboy antics, or UK spastics with a posh accent? pardon!!!!//
~ Switch ~
I'll smother your scenery with my switch~eclipse//
Got a mic~in~my~jeans so i hit~the~bitch//
She didnt like~my~scene so she twitched~a~bit//
Started yelling, reachin~out and break~dancin//
I stood back, while speaking~bout its just fate~darling//
Just to hear~the~silence and lean~for~breath//
But she fears~the~violence but was kean~for~death//
Werent my fault she owned the dance~floor//
Why did she put herself in a trance~for?//
^^ lol... i tried to make it funny... just showing im getting back in to tha swing of multi's...
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