West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: bez on March 10, 2007, 08:03:52 AM
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I try to keep my cool, didnt drop out from school,
Kop out or lock out my foes I'll knock out,
This bout, lifes about, I'm twenty one somethin,
Not happy with nothin, so still rockin forgotton,
Rappers who delight, on the mic deliver hype,
Pac to Big I'll bite, cos them I adolise,
I just close my eyes, see the world in a story,
Wakin up wit morning glory, ignore those who ignored me,
Now they adore me, but I don't want to share,
I'm just a luxery, chillen in my shiny new beach chair,
See, I got books and pads filled up, with love,
Brimmed up from from inside cos my thoughts are pride,
An I'll strive to survive but if I die, then thats life,
Just bury me with a pad and pen sittin by my side,
And I'll send you a love letter, signed from the skies,
Just know I'm sittin in my chair, and all is well over here,
My dreams are so real, like I'm livin in a vortex,
Arm hangin out the window complete wit rolex,
No more collecting dole checks, now pickin up sense of common,
Now got a house made of pence, as a young gun I had nothin,
Whats good then? I hear all my friends shoutin,
Money stacks countin, higher than the higest mountain,
Teachers was always doubtin, but I still aint peaked,
Still got goals and aims that I got to try to reach,
Looked benieth my own levels, cos I doubted my ability,
Murdering MC's lyrically, even if it means killin me,
My agility, is one of the future,
Takin over the globe like my names Lex Luther,
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that was hot man
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Good shit.
Was feelin' the first half a lil more but it was all good nigga!
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tight shit. 8)