What's on? freestyle
Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 3:58 am
startin soft, i think not words are dropped like a contract durin a scandal
what you think shows in the lines creasin your face readin me's hard to handle
going mentalist, i'm no Simon Baker but i know the truth when i see it
the smallest details are your downfall, now call mom like this is meant to be decent
Mama's boy, reality check grow a pair and get some balls pocketed
Scoring a rack in one-ninute at a 8-ball tournament is a way to shock 'em kid
no one harder than my God, foreseen by Malachai and John prohpecies
stepping up in these hard times, quittin publicly so the whole office see's
reading life away to Shakespeare and Milton is my idea of oddity in style
throwin out my mind on the computer screen, my words are worth while
one in a thousand, a believer, a disciple not caring about your evidence
as long as the thought lasts past the Second coming, pray with reverence
as i sit back cruising so-cal style bumping joints by Deepspace5
drunk in the spirit? i'm only a winerack holdin your spirits as we stay live
Native in my style like Supaman, yet speakin clear and leavin you in a RedCloud
check these words i've laid out like an old scroll and see if your blessed now
if you're not? then i've failed my mission and it's back to the Kitchen
to make straight the recipe with my Krew 'n hope it blesses you 'n stops the itchin
the centrifugal forces of a dominant caring God courses
causing divorces of souls from demonic sources,
beyond idle looking like a lazy bum i process things like thoughts in my cranium
just look at the faces in this stadium God welcomes me "come debate me son."
now make a day interesting with reflections without using a mirror,
draw the bible nearer...
listening a music that mellows me out like watermelon and limes in hermosillo
come let's travel around an america made central by a kilo
drugs made simple extracting souls from their ideal goals,
a devil of an experience taking over with light fingers stealing everything but your name...
everything about me is cloudy growing red cause i'm getting closer to God through pain...
now ask me What's on in this brain...
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what you think shows in the lines creasin your face readin me's hard to handle
going mentalist, i'm no Simon Baker but i know the truth when i see it
the smallest details are your downfall, now call mom like this is meant to be decent
Mama's boy, reality check grow a pair and get some balls pocketed
Scoring a rack in one-ninute at a 8-ball tournament is a way to shock 'em kid
no one harder than my God, foreseen by Malachai and John prohpecies
stepping up in these hard times, quittin publicly so the whole office see's
reading life away to Shakespeare and Milton is my idea of oddity in style
throwin out my mind on the computer screen, my words are worth while
one in a thousand, a believer, a disciple not caring about your evidence
as long as the thought lasts past the Second coming, pray with reverence
as i sit back cruising so-cal style bumping joints by Deepspace5
drunk in the spirit? i'm only a winerack holdin your spirits as we stay live
Native in my style like Supaman, yet speakin clear and leavin you in a RedCloud
check these words i've laid out like an old scroll and see if your blessed now
if you're not? then i've failed my mission and it's back to the Kitchen
to make straight the recipe with my Krew 'n hope it blesses you 'n stops the itchin
the centrifugal forces of a dominant caring God courses
causing divorces of souls from demonic sources,
beyond idle looking like a lazy bum i process things like thoughts in my cranium
just look at the faces in this stadium God welcomes me "come debate me son."
now make a day interesting with reflections without using a mirror,
draw the bible nearer...
listening a music that mellows me out like watermelon and limes in hermosillo
come let's travel around an america made central by a kilo
drugs made simple extracting souls from their ideal goals,
a devil of an experience taking over with light fingers stealing everything but your name...
everything about me is cloudy growing red cause i'm getting closer to God through pain...
now ask me What's on in this brain...
http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/bitte ... 22712.html
http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/the-m ... 22715.html