Random drop
Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 6:01 pm
http://illestlyrics.com/board/post22875.html#22875
Now its time to open ya eyes, Yup.. Sammy's here with a surprise, the innocent girl was a disguise, and stepping back I would advise, My fingers and this keyboard are my only supplies/
And I bottled up the hate, feeling the depths of anger like its my soul-mate, I'm sick of being feed bullshit like I over-ate, Stop acting hard like you grew up in Section-Eight, and I don't want your feedback this aint a public-debate/
I didnt drop this to see whatcha had to say, Matter-a-fact you fuckers can look-away, I'll still make my point like its discovery-day, And my lyrics will leave you dead - left to rot and decay/
And while I'm at it - fuck you emcee's, Would you quit actin like you gotcha lyrical degree, And lemme add that beefin with me, Is like eatin the fruit from a poisionuous tree, I'm sweet but you can guarantee, I'll leave you keeled over on ya knees/
Gasping for air and pleading your last prayer, You gotta better chance surviving in ah electric chair/
My talent is precious, It's summin you'll never be possesin, I hope you're wearing armored-protection, Cause these bars is pefection/ (lol)
And nothing you say is hurtin me, So to the newbies on this site - sit back and learn from me/
I only listen to myself, Fuck wat the rest of you is sayin, Cuz I smoke you bitches like my weed, Just for fucken entertainment!/
Yes Yes I know it was scattered but I'm still really new at this and am practicing my ass off!
Now its time to open ya eyes, Yup.. Sammy's here with a surprise, the innocent girl was a disguise, and stepping back I would advise, My fingers and this keyboard are my only supplies/
And I bottled up the hate, feeling the depths of anger like its my soul-mate, I'm sick of being feed bullshit like I over-ate, Stop acting hard like you grew up in Section-Eight, and I don't want your feedback this aint a public-debate/
I didnt drop this to see whatcha had to say, Matter-a-fact you fuckers can look-away, I'll still make my point like its discovery-day, And my lyrics will leave you dead - left to rot and decay/
And while I'm at it - fuck you emcee's, Would you quit actin like you gotcha lyrical degree, And lemme add that beefin with me, Is like eatin the fruit from a poisionuous tree, I'm sweet but you can guarantee, I'll leave you keeled over on ya knees/
Gasping for air and pleading your last prayer, You gotta better chance surviving in ah electric chair/
My talent is precious, It's summin you'll never be possesin, I hope you're wearing armored-protection, Cause these bars is pefection/ (lol)
And nothing you say is hurtin me, So to the newbies on this site - sit back and learn from me/
I only listen to myself, Fuck wat the rest of you is sayin, Cuz I smoke you bitches like my weed, Just for fucken entertainment!/
Yes Yes I know it was scattered but I'm still really new at this and am practicing my ass off!