1.Intro
Yo (yeah)
This is casual (we in the house)
Breakin rappers backs (want to let y'all know)
You are now warned (hieroglyphics)
Might as well get used to it i'm comin with the
Fat tracks!! (bring it in domino)
Ninety-three on (ninety-three til infinity yaknowhati'msayin)
All wack mc's fell (y'all don't know what time it is)
Rollin in with hieroglyphics (hiero, yeahhh)
Souls of mischief, del, shamen, snupe (to reign)
Casual, hieroglyphics (we got the bomb)
Lettin niggaz know
Uh-huh, that's on the freestyle tip
I'ma break it down for you somethin like this
(yo cas kick some shit off the top of your head cas)
We'll see if you, see if you can follow it
(they can't hang, man kick that shit in)
Well most, m-ceez get, beaten, defeaten
I eat men, i'm the bestest the west is now
On the map, you clown, but i'm gonna slap
Your wack shit (wack shit) i pack kids
You step to the mat, it's, not, advised
I'm wise, you'll need a disguise
After i, bruise your eyes (black eyes)
Rollin with hiero, i know, i'm a fly bro (hiero)
Because you're gonna die, foe
If you step to me
I seek em out, with telepathy (use your brain)
You best just be baggin up because the west is the
Best (west is the best) g, and you will fail
You are stale, your shit is butt, i hear your cuts
And your, rhymes but they're wack, your tracks
Are not fat (wack) take that shit back (wack)
Rollin like this (they don't know nothin about off the head)
(they don't know nothin about off the head)
(y'all niggaz can't rhyme off the head)
(always get in circles with your written shit)
(yo y'all gotta learn about fear itself)
(youknowhati'msayin, man fuck y'all, we in it, knowhati'msayin？)
(hieroglyphics)
2.You Flunked
Verse one：
Get a load of this mc, and that mc
I guess the g does not posess the recipe
You're stale men fell when
Inferior complexes of when john flexes
Vexes the, competition often stop and listen
In all men men saught in, raw
I bet your best to play to crave the savior
Never let the sweat be seen against me fiending
For an inkling when, the sin retreat
Before the score is scuffed, you flunk again
I recommend that you step, or i deck your chin
Then i grin cause you slept, you kept your
Face placed in the spot from, first to last
Now listen up as cas come burst that ass
Basically, your crew stunk
Here's your grade chump, you flunked
Chorus：
Like that and uh, mc's just flunked (4x)
Verse two：
It's vital how i pull tricks up off my jock
Sticks and stones breakbeats and bones
Make fleets of clones, drop
Sway as i say an essay, will impress a critic
Critic the way i bring a flow, get it
I'm the dopest, admit it
Regurgitate when you bit it
Ex-lax the skills of a poet that's the shit
And he know it, i swat em seek em out, and close in-
-tro blows internally damaging men pos-ing
I suppose thin tracks are always wack
It all pays back when you stays fat
Like that and uh, like this and uh
This man'll, show you how to flow, dope
Simply stating my standpoint on the, spunk
Basically, you flunked
Chorus
Chorus two：
Like that, the competition, they just flunked (4x)
Verse three：
It's curtains, the way to adjust, must just be
Bearing with the tearing and ripping
That i'm inflicting, from where the proper shit
Of my begin when, tricks lead your saliva
Is deep in my dick, clean i need a remedy from men that be
All into me, they might fall into the abyss
As i twist these melodies
Hella mc's seize these fellas be
Prolific, with it, all intact
Keep in touch even though i'm only callin back
Wack, you're week-er than seven days
You should find a way to bring a weaker thought like crime pays
I simply the peak in rhyme divinity when it be
Up to me, for the funk
Higher like this, higher like that
I got your brain again, you flunked
Chorus
Chorus two
3.Me-o-mi-o
The coming of the new overlordian
I i be the boy within the man so why try
I never needed comp, i never wanted comp
I feels i exceeded the skills needed
I'm rough with the stuff enough puff they got
But they not the shot, i got the proof
Aloof, type fella, helluva guy
I love myself, and my high
Roll with finks and if it's essential
Yo even if it don't mean shit, i will convince you
Since, you, never been in my brain
You probably never noticed the array of the pain
But i gain, no pain no gain no brain no sane
Thoughts, will be maintained, so i keep my head on
Can't be fuckin with that buddha too of-ten
I'm new to that, but i'm true to that
Due to mack policies, i need to know if i know
This is me-o-mi-o-why
Chorus：
Me-o-mi-o (repeat 8x)
Me-o-mi-o
I'm tryin to let the fly know, what i know
I never been a shy bro, strictly getting, ends
Hitting, skins, along with men, who set, trends
I base my reasoning
Upon casual, having nuff seasoning
And plus i please a queen, when i choose too
Never can decide which one, to give juice to, hah
I'm always with a dip on a trip
And if baby wanna flip, she can, skip
Similar to rattles, so i apply the proper poetry used
To gets flames thrown promptly, with my prowess
I live a life of malice, but still i feel
That i will never forget, who my pal is
So now you need to learn or know like i know
The info, is in me-o-mi-o-why
Chorus
The autobiography of me
Misconstrued thoughts of my pops made me be
This one rude individual when my mood is in the critical
Stages it's pitiful the way i get the pull
Flame from the mysteries, so i twist the g's that's around me
Releasing frustration by clowning
But now think of those who ain't exposed behind closed doors
That i post more than i really do
But really who's to blame？ no scapegoat, i just shape dope
Wishin to make over a career
But will i say, when my parents say, rap won't stay
Don't they know, yet they won't show, as i flow
Keepin the rhymes constant, john spent, time in rhymin
So i'm sure that i'm gonna get mine then
The end, come dine with my family and friends
And a calamity, couldn't cram the g when i be-gin
Chorus
4.Get Off It
Intro：
Hah, ay youknowhati'msayin
Hieroglyphics in here... forever
Hah hah!
Verse one：
Aiyyo peep it, the back breakin mack takin titles
Vital to the right i'll make men ache when
They try to step, but charlatans are within
The range of danger, which keeps me callin
Friends i meets more fake fools than real ones
But it takes clues and hits to make moves with sense
And since i'm-a rhy-mer, i need to take time to
Give niggaz reminders
Who's the best, confuse the rest
Abuse crews with the news they paid dues to my death
The defter, slept on, long enough
So now i pissed the stronger stuff
And break out a bomb to puff
Wrong! you can't hit, i lit it
Get it, nope, because you, counter-feited, dope
I hate fake guys and you make eyes follow with you
Hollow tips through, your hand, you're left dead
Chorus： repeat 2x
Get off it, i know you know i know you're on it (3x)
Get off it, i know you know, i know you know
Verse two：
Hip-hip hooray! dip skip away from the forte
Of freshness nuff skills impresses the west is
All up to my ingenuity, you will be
Comparing, to the rare men, we're aware when
Daring situations get your face in
Your crew's areas, so you move gregarious
Whatever you rhyme you do shit that's putrid
And noisome, so why voice em, crew's get
Beaten until inanity
Hieroglyphics can it be
We're the best in the planet g
Wiz niggaz are jealous
But i fight what you bend with teeth
So you can see if you can dig the g-r-o-o-v-e-s
Cause we be fresh
For cypher a few the sneak-iest
When kids wanna fade me, great
But behold i got seoul like the olympics in eighty-eight
So ladies wait for the coming of the he-men
You're on my nuts or that's how it's se-men
The mastermind is never apprehended
I screw the ruler, to fool the joker, and going up
Like the smoke of a phattie, add me
To the shitlist, cause i be that
I know you see that, we phat
Livin larger than life
I be the zenith, clean with, mean stuff
Taking charge of the stifiling
Oppressing the dop-est in the sector
Respect the, dope rhyme wrecker
Hope i'm cleanin, when you think you're seein
A massy josh b got the beat like rodney
So king me, cuz i jumped ya
This is how i checkah, foe
Hit even the pecker, yo
Getting to respect the, bro
L-i-f-n-i-c you now know
Chorus
5.That's How It Is
Yo!
Get the fuck off my dick and let me rip this shit!
I write raps,
And when niggaz bite, i clap,
'cos their shit sounds better now.
You done let me down,
I thought it would be dope, but instead,
Your shit's dead,
You gets fed
To the alligators lurking in the moat,
Peep what i wrote,
You bit so hard, i though your shit was a quote.
But still i'm taxing, axing the competition,
And any wack men, i stomp ＆ dis 'em
Easily.
And you can feel the pressure, plus
When i bust mcs'll be
Trampling eachother trying to exit,
When i flex it,
The way i wreck shit is not unexpected.
Niggaz just lose when i choose
The best crews of mcs,
And turn 'em into refugees.
I slaughter a lotta mcs that are the
？styles i compiles？, and cut 'em up like ？vows？.
Think to yourself i write the shit
So you can bite the shit,
And i'll know, despite you get props.
Niggaz get dropped.
Sample： that's how it was and that's how it is!
Enough with this wackness,
Enough is my ？check？,
Enough with these motherfuckers biting das efx.
I come real when i show skill,
(hey, yo, saafir!) you macked on that ho ill,
And that's for real, my flow still
Is everlasting, niggaz forever blasting
Shots when cash gets hot.
You're not fresh, so you hating when i be just
Ripping microphones without stating the obvious.
Now how much harder can it get？
Niggaz try to flow, but they soundin' like me
A year ago.
Shit, old, kaput, i got loot,
To the hos i'm cute, and so i always got boots.
It's me, so be free to feel the ？ivy swing？,
More niggaz got my back than rodney king.
I feel tight, knowing that the shit i write
Will be exposed to foes, and everyone will feel fright.
And you'll run and tell your man, ＂yo, peep this twist,
It's real, try to practise.＂ but the mack is
Way ahead of ya, instead of ya wack sound,
I'm kickin' shit to make mcs back down.
Got rhymes that kills, fills many empty heads,
Niggaz can be dead, i got 'em in line, like ？stimpy？.
Red light, slow that shit down, bring it to a halt.
You're wack and it's all your fault
6.That Bullshit
Intro：
Look, this is my third time doin this shit
Yaseewhati'msayin, and i'm gettin tired, my ass is sweaty
I ain't got time, and uhh, i'm just
Gonna let you know i'm kickin it with casual
Yaseewhati'msayin, my extro pro dank nigga
Now check this out
(it's time for da bullshit)
Yo, i'm with mike g, i'm with snupe, i'm with del
I'm with hieroglyphics, i'm with souls of mischievious niggaz
I'm with pep, from the motherfuckin shamen
I'm with j groove and i'm from the motherfuckin hobo junction
Now check this shit out, fuck the bullshit. now when it...
Thought i was gonna rhyme, right？
Hell motherfuckin no (nyahhh)
Hell no, hell no (hell no)
I'm talkin shit, i'm from the motherfuckin west
I'm from oakland
Seewhati'msayin, and i'm like, crazy like...
Lyrics：
Schizophrenic tenant number one
When it comes to housing, arousing the, intellect with
intro-spect
Flex on me, huh, i don't think so... yet, bitch (beeatch)
My jettin is letting my exhaust defrost my balls
I smell the fear and the sauce in your drawers
For arm ＆ hammer, shamen, grammar
I got the flow g, the d-flow
The hobo, the junction (conjuction)
The d stands for diesel
I ran into my extra pro niggaro casual
He didn't say shit, he passed the spliff and i hit it
Then i set sail for the tropics on the down low
And i'll end this bullshit with a pound bro
Outro：
See, it's basically not, a rap
Seewhati'msayin, it's basically (fuck the bull)
Yeah, it's basically fuck you, hah
But check it out, youknowhamsayin
The west is phat and that's all we gonna, like, express
Youknowhamsayin, and i wanna express fuck you
Cuz i don't give a fuck, i'm tellin you
Youknowhamsayin, and we gonna ah, real, we for real finna come
up
We finna come up. we finna
You hear that？ finna. hella. we hella raw
We hella raw. country accents, hillbillies and all that (all
that)
From the backroads nigga
7.Follow The Funk
Why don't you follow it (6x)
Follow the funk
Coolin, just like the man's supposed to
You know the most who respect a fool and a post crew
I often catch static brothers beef and they tellin me
Jealousy let it be, cuz i got funk with my melon
Now it's time to rhyme and tell a g this fella be
Movin steadily ahead of me is a void
Emptyness you're less than best you're just wimpiest
I decapitate a rapper's fate with my niftiness
And i slip the fresh shit under your nose
I get the mess hall rockin, all jockin
A fly brother, a poet slow it down to enrich my pitch
Ask mike p is it likely we can switch a bitch
Affirmative and now i learn to live trifiling
When a skin pretends it's the end, who she stifiling
She ain't stopping me i leave her
She receive a goodbye, and i would try, hit some beaver
That's because a dog is only out for a bone
After i get it i quit it leave me a-lone
Back up off me, we agreed that we won't argue
That's what you get for fuckin with, a hard crew
A group of trooper buckin shit your luck can get snatched
And utilized the crew that tries, dies
Eyes are awakened, necks are choked, i take
Extra tokes of a slpiff, and if you want it, bring it
Why don't you follow the funk (7x)
Take along
A clever one, to spin men to the surface of
Rap plateau, with crap that go, pop
I never knew men doing my music
Get confused with, used shit, and crews bit
But they get the butter spread over bread
What it said, is we made the dough, so go ahead
Damn! damn i am, i stop a flow
Before i go, why don't you tell me who wit me, no
Subliminal, fin to go, low low low
And then i send a flow, to the joe, who don't know
Mr. nope i'll turn a hoe down in her drawers
Butt men i'm cutting flows short, like menopause
Then i cause mass confusion as you're choosing
Breakbeats that are broken, from too much using
Who's in effect, bruising the neck
Of a fly g, i get in more dips than corn chips
I scorn lips, the warning is the keen idealist
Cause i feel this threat coming
Why don't you follow the funk (7x)
Tag along
The funk rebel, will rebel and tell and
Spit shit to the click of a metronome
And get a better tone, hyper letter mon
Get a hit or two, from domino i'ma go find a binder
And combine the mind to rearrange the strange
And flip a dip like a reciprocal
Get the goe, because you know the choice is upon me
John be, similar to fonzie
Thumbs up, and they comes up to ask the
Ask for the slow flow that's smooth with movin faster
Why don't you follow the funk (7x)
There it is
Why don't you follow the funk (6x)
...there it is
Hahah, ahhh, whooo!
Haha
8.Who's It On
Verse one：pep love
My name be pep love
Over the loop, i scoop, and do a flip
Alleyoup, put a dip in a hula hoop
And spin her as i went in her
She's hot like diner
She sounds like a tenor
Then again i wouldn't know, yo
What is the subject
The way that pep love check
Mics and throw rights and lefts
Don't move or budge yet
Cause hieroglyphics in the motherfuckin house
I rips descriptions of mc's duckin out
As we step in
Pep and del and casual leave the weapons
Cause we flippin' this funky shit for the crowds acceptance
I've been around the world and i, i, i never seen
A crew of fresher niggaz that just be actin' all in they teens
Never stallin, as soon as we fill in the scene
I bet ya that i wet ya mc's like a dream
Bringin a pow pow
Shootin up like coke in the veins,
But now, now
I'd rather have smoke in the brain
Who's the pimp？
The nigga that profits when i rock shit
I spin
Check this shit which i have concocted
Then you can jock it
Verse two： del the funky homosapien
Yeah, it's time i add flavor, and i'm glad i came
Your style is lame, you picked a bad time.
Del will propel rhymes and tell minds to calculate
When it comes to rhymes i know i'll be great
Inside my ride when i get it, i won't have to kid it
I'm right around the corner
You mourn or you shitted, bricks
I gets my kicks with my tricks and my treats
The agenda will send ya
In and out through my landscape
I will ban fakes, phony figures
No need for alarm cause i'm the nigga
You're in the wrong place at the wrong time
And you'll catch a pistol whippin
But if you got a bong fine
Nowadays i don't forget what is flavor, interlockin
Not meant for mockin, or plagiary
I'm the major g, ask your agency
How my pager's free of anguish, ya strange bitch
I never saw you, we all crew
So you small crews gets no attention
I commence to blend, within the background
Like a chameleon, revealin them
This is how i track down traitors
Verse three： casual
I'm comin' phat, so don't mistake dude
I gate crews
Drop that shit kid
I'll make ya kneel, bow
When i reveal real styles
Electrocutin' we wreck the cute scene rappin, adaptin
Cause the sacs spend his lifetime, tryin to bite mine
It's quite funny
Word to the money that they say we gettin
My crew's judicial, you're superficial
Need i say more, niggaz get vexed
Now they got me leavin bodies on the floor
Like homeless
I slice your spleen, i'm twice as mean
Your dome is disconnected, we wreck shit
Niggaz don't know how to flow
That disgusts me, and keeps me bustin
I must clean the hip-hop
I'm avare, no one can compare
I fiend to hear a nigga who can flow better
You no better
Hieroglyphics runnin' shit from here till after fo'ever
So clever mc's take shorts because jooooohn. . .
Knows who's it on
9.I Didn't Mean To
Verse one：
Alright i might
Have had a little glare when i stared at ya ho
But i didn't know she was like that
She stared right back
My niggas warnin me that she was comin on to me
I react like a mack do i act cool
Just to test her cause i ain't no jester
I suggest her and her friend be outtie
Cause i don't want to make my pals get rowdy
And doubt me our friendship
But when lips touch
I go crazy in the clutch
Sorta like schitzo i forgets my bros and pals over gals
I didn't mean to but when you fiend you do
Strange things for the denim no matter who's in em
Grab a flooze then i'm in traffic
Don't laugh it might be your girl that i'm talkin about
I didn't mean to
Chorus： repeat 2x
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught (i didn't mean to)
Verse two：
Another incident when i went
Way beyond what i should of done
John should of stopped before them drawers dropped
But i didn't ain't no quittin
Really didn't care who's girl i was hittin
I admit skinz ain't a reason to lose friends
But then again i didn't know, sorry
Accept apologies and live on
Are we goin hold grudges well oh fudge
Its a new year and i do fear
Ya actions ya actin shy
I mean ya need to be smackin
That hoe
Instead of tryin to front on me ya know
Thats exactly how i'm goin to be ya know
I run my game on any g ya know
Cause we the most entertainin
I meant to blame women
For makin me do what the ak seem to
When you call i screen you
I didn't mean to
Chorus
Verse three：
Why do fools be schememin dreamin
Actin like demons
Niggas don't give a fuck
Because they beat shit
To many girls front cute
When they want loot
They tell lies the swell guys
Can peep it and thats weak shit
Thats why i run game on every freak i get
Born in oakland grew up pumpin too short
I know the rules on the flooze so who's short
I once had a ho who smoked blunts yo
She tried to get me so i looked at the front door
And now shes not with me so forget it
But every once in a while i'll hit it
And it happened to be your girl
I didn't mean to and i been through
Your relationship and i hate dumb dips
But i really can't trip when they ride my tip
I didn't mean to
Chorus
10.We Got It Like That
Once upon john thinking on this
Mc's just don't know
That the best will never contest my flow
Hieroglyphics the fly bros rip shit for ya
And watch you stumble as i kicks it
I blow ya, away
Like a sailboat, you fail quote some of my shit
To try and get props
But no, they got butt flow
What bro
Can handle the pressure from my gut blow
I appear as a foundation, laced in your face
That there will be no replacin
So trace your tracks or face the mack
Cuz i got your girlfriend and ain't no takin her back
Word
I got it like that, so if you strike back
Steal, or don't say shit
I play with brains
Your thought train is often hijacked and rearranged
We became the fly macks
It's like that, cuz we got it like that (8x)
What a little way to express the anger
Ya done pressed the stranger, danger
Might change a wrong to right
Yet a song i write will shed new light as you fight
And fuss with us so we must discuss
Busting your brain right open
And you strain i'm hoping
Enquiring minds turn out dope men, but the potion
Was not potent enough to fade the master yet
Since you have no kryptonite, i get to rip the mic
I flip like side b, hit a comp wield and tear apart
We'll be-havin babboon
They'll be cravin the tunes
Sooner than the sun times on a new day
But who they, i got a bobby pin, so i can rob you men
And be driver, of how i come, with my gum
Slander, and demand a man to think
Cuz i can stop and wait, while others contemplate
The theories and when they hear these the fear beez
Tremendous, but i won't amend this, endless
Time is spent to rhyme, when i'm lit
Get a creative urge, then i sit
And muster clusters of creation we placed in
Your face when i bust you
It's like that, cuz we got it like that (16x)
11.A Little Something
Yeah, huh
I will display my dynamics
Get out the way damnit
I plan it just to leave mc's abandoned
Brandin x's when i flex this
I wreck shit
And leave rappers searching for the exit
Lets get physical
I got precision skill
Until i fill ya spot when you rot
Shrivel, crazy paranoia cause i'll kill you
Cut you
Me and my microphone reach out and touch you
Crush you into particles
I'm sparkin, still i get smarter
And i make my styles hits harder
I mack styles
Stack piles
Distract smiles
You're wack while i continue to get in you
The main purpose to my service
Is to make mc's nervous
No one will serve this
Superb is my skill
Niggas get chills as i spills 'em
I kills them with vocals
I slam and folks will
Out jammies because i slam with ease
And you can't deny that because you abandoned me
Huh, i came to collect my thoughts
This collection brought perfection
And it was taught to the masses
Now your ass is out
Cause cas is out
Your shit clash, i doubt
That you will make it
But you can fake it, like these other pooh-butts
I don't know who
Or what signed 'em
They must be in it for the loot
Fuck, i don't need this wack shit
My tracks hit, the straight beat
And that's it
I hate a weak mc
When he speaks it tempts me
To crack his skull and leave his domepiece empty
12.That's How We Rip Shit
Check out the way john does it.
I thought i had competition but they really wasn't.
Was it an ill u sion,
The way my bug shit seemed to bruise men？
Yo, i kill 'em with my weak raps.
You heard casual's new shit？
Man, you need to peep that.
Super ep,
We treat the trooper to.
There be no nigga alive i can't beat,
But snupe find me,
And who'll try me,
I'll stomp ya.
T-more said, ＂casual's a monster.＂
I use my mutant powers on niggas shootin' sour rhymes.
Hiero it's our time,
So start to panic, cause doper there is.
Niggas perish tryin' to compare their's to this weak shit,
But it really ain't happenin'. i start slappin' men,
Tell 'em i'm the best and they react with friends.
＂this is how we rip shit. (repeat)＂
Incorrect, when you wreck rhymes,
Then respect you collect all the time.
I'm your mentor sent for your entertainment.
Kid, you'll get your brain kicked,
Stop tryin' to do that strange shit.
I'm
Rockin mics like cocaine dime
When you jock you slow-brain,
I muster strength to bust ya with,
Bust your riff, that's a no-no.
Yo peep my promo,
See how the flow go.
Surprise,
I chastise and devise
A flow you despise,
I'm the assaulter
Who'll alter your brain
When i clipped your sensory nerves
We fence to be heard.
Bubbling buffoons get bombarded,
But they don't come hard with
Beats, besides that blundering bulllshit.
I pull kids back, i'm snatchin'
Progress, catchin' calamity,
The famine g's, the ones you not matchin'.
And that's on the real, i repeal steel
For any contendant
I send it,
Because i intended to wreck shit,
Collect clits
And disrespect kids.
Then i'm headed for the exit.
＂this is how we rip shit. (several times)＂
From my standpoint,
I can point and pick you out,
Kick you out,
You slick,
You doubt my skills,
Where he stood he lies still,
Decayin'.
These guys ain't playin'
When we tries to slay men.
Leave or recieve the cleaver
That'll relieve you of your life.
Battle me and that'll be your downfall.
I surround all mc pests with the best
Skills.
And still you do not be fresh.
We testmicrophones with prolificness,
And if it's a doozy,
Well
I shouldn't be choosy.
Just, ripping at will,
I'm stripping the skill
Off the run of the mill mc.
My whole goal
Is to control your brain.
I take the flimsy,
And make them practice
So they come back with some harder shit,
Try to follow the flow
And see how hard it gets.
Yo, this is how we rip shit (etc., etc.)
13.Lose In The End
How'd i get here,
Dwell through the hauls of all this confusion
Usin' my tactics to stay alive,
Wait astride when they try to get ya,
Pretend they the bomb and they gonna get with ya.
Run get away wouldn't care to stay and try,
A peace ralley's not a place to die.
Flee the park peoples pigs is comin'
Your already homeless
But they want ya gone in less then three,
Eat away the p-o-l-i-c-e, and i see the billy club.
He'd really love to hit me or get me
But my 3-5-7 is wit me.
Ain't goin' out i ain't,
I'd rather paint chalk around a pig then a brother who's dark.
I never ever walk streets lonely,
I always gotta have my millimeter on me.
To kill or beat a bald bill or ted officer,
Lootin' so you shootin' and ya go off with tha trigger,
So ya figure
You need to dig her.
Nigga of some brown but it ain't happenin'.
Didn't wanna cap him cause i knew it wasn't wise,
Realized that my plan b was comin'.
I need a concoction to block men and auction off them
Just like they did us in dock ten,
So now i stalkin' walkin' with myself,
And plus tajai's swiss knife from off the shelf.
To shake the likes of black abusers.
And use a can opener, to open ya,
Skin and then dig in and twist and turn,
And salt,
Burn!
Left him cryin' that i'll never get away.
I always get away,
I always get away.
Retreat and bag off,
Call a-plus he must know that i'm about to fag off.
Tell him he sager,
Inhale when i heard the word was abandonin' me,
My plan would be crumbled.
I tumble down in tears,
Pressured by the cops and neglected by my peers.
But now i gotta go on all i know,
Phuck it i'm a call a ho.
The spot i'm hidin' in is not tight,
B-p-d see me
Spotlight.
I gotta get movin'
Hopin' fences, droppin' senseless men
Who try to stop me on my way.
They in pursuit of a cute kinda demanded,
Man and then away the fly guys landin',
And then they gon get buck-ba-bo-bo.
Buckshots and a lugged gun used up,
Who's up next？
No one.
I go run the whole one,
Hopped in, stopped when.
I noticed that the quote is from good times. . .
I'm the man.
There goes the brothers who bit ooh goody,
They got em surrounded description blue hoody.
That's what happens when ya wanna wear your apparel like mine.
. . .
Couldn't figure it out？？
Ya lose in the end!!
14.Thoughts Of The Thoughtful
Verse one：
Start with the boom!!!
That's the sound from the stuff that we, puff
It's magic i'm draggin a foe to doom
And still refrain from being blunt
The tough get snuffed for being, lame
We men claim to be all that
Call back, i'll get wit cha
All act fat, frontin they really are close to me
But i'm prone to roast a poster like i'm supposed to be
Toast of the, and only me
Put your cups together, for the clever
Competition i'm just here with no limits
Cause i collapse your sad scraps like nimitz
Once i get in it, i'll put, my soul in
I believe i deceive just to leave your ears swollen
Stolen styles are booty to me
Removin smooth men ain't no duty to me
Booty i could be but i don't flex
The brother with flwows goes up, in more hoes than kotex
I got ya, like joe tex, go checks ya glossary
Cause i gots ta be
The bombed ass, supreme vocalist
I cream folks with this versafication signed cas
Verse two：
Check it out
When it comes to one two then shit men get
Offended, guns do, amend your mindstate
Wait i'm the buzz aight now hit this
Aim your aarow and there go your fitness
With this, flow, the swit-est, know
Yo, get this, flow
Fast-est, cas is never hittin ashes
Gettin clever, as this
Genius, clean diss, try to get a fiend it's
Going to cost you
You lost to, the master, at last the
Mass can peek the hard shit, in a, jeep
Or whatever you hear me though
Whether walkman or stereo
People wanna hear me flow
So i kicks one, tricks one
Clones are known to break a brother bad
But all is foul
So now i think i, need a rest from
Wandering and start pondering john within
And send a message to the best when
You switch from rags to rags
15.Chained Minds
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16.Be Thousand
This is how we rollin
Swollen on a saturday
I had a way to chill hard
3 ill broads wanted to hook up
So i looked up, tajai and snupe
Call 'em up
Aye, yo what's up？
We need to troop to these hoe's house.
73rd and lockwood
But the cops good
So don't trip
Niggas aint sweatin
Plus they wont flip if you don't say nothin
Just in case these niggas on her block
Don't wanna throw thangs. . .
We gone
But first you know we
Gotta go to lee's so i can get me an o.e.
The hoes we
Foolin' wit look tight
Make a right
It might be that one cause she said her shit was blue and white
But she sure don't drive no cutlass
What is going on？ i'm thinking
Nah, i'm tweaking
So we stepped to the door. . .
Ooh, i'm gonna do the whore!
So i walk in. . .
If they flex, doom will be hawkin'
Word 'em up
I'm glad i came with my men
Ask these skins
Yo who's these niggas in your den？
She said friends
Just then the nigga walked in with no grin
Fired up a stem and then said
＂what you lookin' at？＂
I replied, ＂nigga, you could get took for that!
Lets take it outside＂, huh
We stepped to her butch calmly
Cause no nigga can harm me
I'll whoop his ass in the grass
We square up
I caught my grill
He's hard, but still
He got a soft spot
I'ma beat him down until he cough up blood
Thugs surround
But they can't tell my men
With the locks got a glock supportin' me
He tried to rush me
But i bust him in his grill
Caught him slippin'
And i said, ＂you oughta chill＂
Then his friend tried to jump in
I had to find a piece of lead to rub his rump in
Suddenly the vice came
But them niggaz down the street in a dice game
I claim
They can't find out my name
I got a warrant
They wanna put me in the housing
I bust this nigga's shit
Now it's time to be thooooousand
Now it's time to be thooooousand
Now it's time to be thooooousand
Now it's time to be thooooousand
Word up
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