Nope
Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 1:21 am
Some playful, light hearted shit.
Yo I got these cats dread-in bars like Weezy in prison/
Cuz I be the sickest, kid, ask my pediatrician/
If you believe me then listen, never speedy with spittin/
Even genies be wishin they never seen me existin/
Read the description, better rewrite yer resume/
Before I swipe yer breath away like you hyperventilate/
The cypher renegade, beware of the underdog/
But I got it covered yall without wearin some coveralls/
Live like my number's called, chillin in purgatory/
Spittin my worthless stories cuz all of yer verses bore me/
Feel like I'm turnin forty, I'm over the hill these days/
But still I spill each phrase hopin it hits like Willie Mays/
And yet I kill these lames, never ran in the battlegrounds/
I'd dismantle clowns but I'd rather be slammin the gavel down/
But its a hassle now, I lack the time that I had before/
Back from the Iraqi war so I'm back to playin Daddy more/
Inspire a journey, set fire to gurneys/
So if u desire the earth, better hire attorneys/
Admire the verse, have u retirin early/
Cuz Ruck and hip hop is like Tiger and birdies/
Shootin an Eagle without a club and a ball/
I'm rugged and raw, watch yer flow come to a halt/
It means nothin to yall, but I'm stuck in the gold hour/
Throwin punches with no power but fuck it I won't cower/
Yer flow's sour, toy with biters like a playful dentist/
Destroy a cypher, I'm Joe Mauer playin table tennis/
Take a census, you already know who they're votin for/
The ghost with the flows galore, so potent yer throat is sore/
Roastin yer vocal cords, I won't even joke no more/
When shit is deep, you know my home is the ocean floor/
Yer dome is an open sore, my verse is the salt to it/
Throw you herbs in a vault, this is urban assault music/
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Yo I got these cats dread-in bars like Weezy in prison/
Cuz I be the sickest, kid, ask my pediatrician/
If you believe me then listen, never speedy with spittin/
Even genies be wishin they never seen me existin/
Read the description, better rewrite yer resume/
Before I swipe yer breath away like you hyperventilate/
The cypher renegade, beware of the underdog/
But I got it covered yall without wearin some coveralls/
Live like my number's called, chillin in purgatory/
Spittin my worthless stories cuz all of yer verses bore me/
Feel like I'm turnin forty, I'm over the hill these days/
But still I spill each phrase hopin it hits like Willie Mays/
And yet I kill these lames, never ran in the battlegrounds/
I'd dismantle clowns but I'd rather be slammin the gavel down/
But its a hassle now, I lack the time that I had before/
Back from the Iraqi war so I'm back to playin Daddy more/
Inspire a journey, set fire to gurneys/
So if u desire the earth, better hire attorneys/
Admire the verse, have u retirin early/
Cuz Ruck and hip hop is like Tiger and birdies/
Shootin an Eagle without a club and a ball/
I'm rugged and raw, watch yer flow come to a halt/
It means nothin to yall, but I'm stuck in the gold hour/
Throwin punches with no power but fuck it I won't cower/
Yer flow's sour, toy with biters like a playful dentist/
Destroy a cypher, I'm Joe Mauer playin table tennis/
Take a census, you already know who they're votin for/
The ghost with the flows galore, so potent yer throat is sore/
Roastin yer vocal cords, I won't even joke no more/
When shit is deep, you know my home is the ocean floor/
Yer dome is an open sore, my verse is the salt to it/
Throw you herbs in a vault, this is urban assault music/
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