Messages Via Rap
Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 11:50 am
Goes to the beat of: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYzqjWBF5Cg
Ever gazed in eyes of lyrical prosperity
Stretchin out the lines so I rhyme with dexterity
Many people out there only see narrowly
So when they hear a genius the only hear, bare-aly
Fuck them popped bottles, I popped off all my beats
Call me fat kid, cause I eat em up like treats
Everyday the notepad and hit up instrumentals
Always rhyme with soul kid these rules is fundamental
Back in the days when I walked my street, the grove
Cookin up crack with the flame heat from the stove
Collectin cream, with my niggas, after all day workin
Beatboxin, accapellas, and what the kids call jerkin?
Haha, that shit's whack and as a matter of fact
All that wasted time I wanna go and take it back
Back to the underground, I'll bury mic's with gritty sounds
Cause new songs are garbage and belong in impounds
Lots of corny niggas be sayin the rough and they tough
But they bluff, so I gotta say enough is enough
This type of anger is what leads me to handcuffs
The main reason why I got a lotta piff to puff
Bang up a mic and show them, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that Prime always moves with
3rd person rhymin cause I'm in outta my head
Mustah been the hollow points filled with all the lead
Bullets meant to protect me, but they straight from the feds
Call it coincidence but they selected instead
Brown skin is always visible with them racist eyes
The average white male is not what I-depsise
I hate white supremacists, they're hate is never endin
And if I say I'm sorry well, I'm prolly just pretendin
My message is wisdom so through rap I am sendin
I may fix up the game but it's the world which I'm amendin...
Ever gazed in eyes of lyrical prosperity
Stretchin out the lines so I rhyme with dexterity
Many people out there only see narrowly
So when they hear a genius the only hear, bare-aly
Fuck them popped bottles, I popped off all my beats
Call me fat kid, cause I eat em up like treats
Everyday the notepad and hit up instrumentals
Always rhyme with soul kid these rules is fundamental
Back in the days when I walked my street, the grove
Cookin up crack with the flame heat from the stove
Collectin cream, with my niggas, after all day workin
Beatboxin, accapellas, and what the kids call jerkin?
Haha, that shit's whack and as a matter of fact
All that wasted time I wanna go and take it back
Back to the underground, I'll bury mic's with gritty sounds
Cause new songs are garbage and belong in impounds
Lots of corny niggas be sayin the rough and they tough
But they bluff, so I gotta say enough is enough
This type of anger is what leads me to handcuffs
The main reason why I got a lotta piff to puff
Bang up a mic and show them, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that Prime always moves with
3rd person rhymin cause I'm in outta my head
Mustah been the hollow points filled with all the lead
Bullets meant to protect me, but they straight from the feds
Call it coincidence but they selected instead
Brown skin is always visible with them racist eyes
The average white male is not what I-depsise
I hate white supremacists, they're hate is never endin
And if I say I'm sorry well, I'm prolly just pretendin
My message is wisdom so through rap I am sendin
I may fix up the game but it's the world which I'm amendin...