Father Teaches Son

[Tha Kulprit]

this is just a piece ive been workin on the last hour or so, just kinda keystyled all this. just tired of the gun shit in battles n all, maybe hope to show ppl, life is more then how big ya gun is, so its whatever..enjoy...

son -

my money game was always thin,
growing up in the projects/
comin up the legit way,
to me has always been nonsense/
when i needed some dough,
id start flippin rocks/
but thats a dangerous game,
when you ain't spitten glocks/
so i copped one for protection,
figured i would expand my business/
and i made a coulpe g's,
by the time i was finished/
but a few times down the line,
i had to clip a few haters/
creepin on my block,
i dont allow no invaders/
it was a way of life,
it put the food on my table/
people ask me why i did it,
shit cuz i was ready and able/
i dont take shit,
u creep then u meetin the sket/
the street will teach u some shit,
but the main thing is respect/

dad -

i see the shit daily,
young bucks is doin what i did/
i expected it from the rest,
never thought itd be my kid/
all the rock slangin,
translates directly to gun bangin/
i grew up doin this too,
it aint all fun n gamin/
but now im lost,
as i look my man right in the eyes/
thinkin he's doin the right thing,
tryna help us survive/
no clue how to make it clear,
no man needs a gun/
as i provide the best i can,
for me and my son/
i found his gat in the dresser,
no idea where he copped it/
serial numbers scrapped off,
and thats a hood politic/
so u know hes in deep,
him n his friends cover they asses/
so its gonna be hard,
to climb them out of the ashes/

son -

i find myself stuck,
the street games addicting/
im tryna find an out,
what part of my life am i missing/
ive always battled on the block,
but so does everyone else/
and even when i do that,
cant leave my gat on the shelf/
i gotta stay strapped,
cuz i make the rappers angry/
when i wreck em on the mic,
they still point the heater at me/
theres gotta be something safer,
i aint no bitch but im stressed/
cant walk out my door,
without thinkin of death/
keep my gat under the pillow,
keep my cozy at night time/
everyday i hustle rocks,
and in the evening i write rhymes/
im startin to hustle less,
cuz the street game is stressful/
my gun is my bitch,
but my mistress is a pencil/

dad -

hes gettin into this rap shit,
so i hung a mic in his closet/
hooked it up to a pc,
so i could give him an outlet/
show him how to mess with beats,
and now hes on the streets less/
puttin money in the bank,
from gettin tapes n cd's pressed/
and now i just lost my job,
but it aint makin a change/
cuz we makin mad loot,
and im livin off his name/
but once the block has its hold,
it aint easy lettin go/
people callin him bitch,
cuz he aint in the streets no mo'/
so i said son,
life is more then shootin guns n sellin drugs/
u dont need any of that shit,
u aint gotta be thug/
i grew up here too,
and i found a way out/
without half the skill,
u have when rap comes out ya mouth/

son -

now im at a cross roads,
and my reps on the line/
im sick of sellin dimes,
and im sick with spittin rhymes/
i almost cant go outside,
thugs took over my territory/
but once i left i couldnt expect,
it would still be there for me/
so i leave the house,
to sell some cds down the street/
dudes jumped out the alley,
musta been like 5 deep/
beat me the fuck down,
and left me for dead/
found a way to get up,
with blood leakin from my head/
get back to the crib,
get myself patched up/
grab the heat from my room,
ready to spray they ass up/
as i head for the door,
my old man steps thru/
sayin gimmie the fuckin gat,
why? cuz i said to/

dad -

u dont need this fuckin thing,
to handle your beef/
here let me show you,
so i took him down the street/
askin him all about it,
who it was n where they chill at/
he said right down the way,
you know where the crips at/
we got there he pointed him out,
his boys came with him/
lookin like a ghetto boyband,
they all steppin in rhythm/
i stepped in the middle,
said step the fuck back/
handle this one on one,
throw away ur fuckin gats/
fuck fighting, have a battle,
step up n be a man/
i looked back at my son,
do the best that u can/
they started spitten,
and let me say, u aint heard nothing realer/
my son ripped his ass,
like if it was Kulprit vs. Jay Killah/

man -

when all the battle was over,
the beef was put to rest/
we both shook hands,
and took off our vests/
as a sign of respect,
and how we both felt safe/
but i aint stayin here long,
im off to win this paper chase/
i learned a lot of shit that day,
u aint gotta hustle to live/
u just gotta work hard,
and find something legit/
we got home i grabbed my gun,
but there was something about it/
suddenly i felt like,
more of a man without it/
so we took it apart,
threw every piece in the lake/
spoke to god every night,
repented all my mistakes/
and i knew if i had beef,
i can handle it on track/
cuz i spit a hot 16,
dont matter from a pen or a gat/

ya still dead.........

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[Lawgix]

haaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!! i liked it man... rather long... but no doubt it was fire man... anyways man... keep it up!!!!

peace

2 to tha FUCKIN 1!!!:)

[~Symbolikull~]

wow long ass read fa sho... it was ill tho man, nice image and real subject to. nice big ups kid

2 to tha MuthA FuckiN 1

[Mac]

That's Raw Man, Seriously Fuckin ILL. It Was Mad Long, But It Was Creative And I Kept WAnting To Read More. Definately One Of The Best Drops On Here imo, Plus it Was Mad Creative With the Whole "Guilty Conscience" Theme To It. Dope Shit Man, Keep Droppin!.

2 Minus FUckIN 1

[Tha Kulprit]

haha, thanks yall, funny seein ghost rep that 21, haha, gotta let em know bruh... but neways, thanks yall love the feed...

21

[Lawgix]

flat out... dunny

21 TO THE 21st POWER MAC!!! lol

[Mac]

Lol

[Viral]

i like it...deep story....not too much lyrical content..but the story makes up for it...i like how u got both sides of the father and son...real dope...keep it up man.......btw wats ya still dead... mean?

[Tha Kulprit]

means dont matter whether or not he rips ppl on a track, or shoots em in the face, they still dead...in a sense... ty for the feed bruh

[Tha Kulprit]

upin 4 feed

[~*Blitz*~]

that was super long but totally worth the time it took to read it - it was cool to see the point of view from both the father and the son...good shit

[Spoof]

i like it...deep story....not too much lyrical content..but the story makes up for it...i like how u got both sides of the father and son...real dope...keep it up man

^^^^ agreed! I ain't gonna post my fav lines here cus in that case I should post the whole drop here lol so deep and entertaining! really good job!

[Momeijah]

i Dont Usually Read Shit This Long Lol. it Was a Good Read Tho, it Wasn't Very Lyrical But u Had Some And The imagery And Creativeness Were Dope as Hell. Keep at it

[Tha Kulprit]

^^^much appriciated..