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...

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...

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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.



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