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The Lonious Monk
New member
More Cee Lo:
Goodie Bag Verse
First of all, I stand a little more than five feet tall,
But we can still brawl nigga I ain't scared at all
I guess you niggas don't know or can't see
That it ain't even wise steppin' to me incorrectly
But yet still, when nigga's feel they can deal
I will split yo' ass up for real
Cause we the maniacs with the chunky Goodie sac's
No I don't carry an ax, but I still swing low with the lumberjax tracks
Are being made by Organo-i-z-e
Why we coolin' in the shade and gettin paid
For chillin, illin' willin' to do what I got to do
To come thru your speaker
Cee-Lo, he will never come weaker
Uniquer than a lot of emcees out today
Because I'm more than careful about what I say
When I pick up a microphone it's on
They better leave me alone, I'm in my zone
Prone to snap if you offer me a chance
Like it when them chunky hoes can dance
I'll enhance the microphone when it's in my grip, I do not slip
I can't forget my nigga's Jo, T-Mo, and Gipp
Ha, ha, ha, well Great Scott, is he a thief?
It seems like he has a mouth fulla gold teeth
I smile because your eyes can't take the glare
But Cee-Lo, him don't care, I cut off all my hair
And everybody stop and stare when we come in the place
And I can get on the mic wit no time to waste
Get right up in yo' face, kick the flavor you taste
And when I'm on the microphone it's a damn disgrace
How you don't comprehend what I'm saying to you
And I'm the C, the double E from the Goodie Mo Crew
I'm coming thru, I'm comin' true, ooh I can't even stop
It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit that nigga pop, pop, pop and my nigga Mike L
And Bert P and my nigga Pretty Ken, you know he down wit me
We from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we stay
I'm diggin all in the Goodie Bag each 'n ever day
Ooooh shit!!
Gutta Butta
Nigga I ain't shit, I just know how to rhyme a little bit
Nigga please, I'm still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fit
Now I got a little dough, but it ain't that much mo
than every other nigga I know
We all still po
I don't sell dope (what you doin?)
I sell hope
You wanna size me up my nigga then wear a scope
Cause you gon see me on MLK and on T.V.
I ain't got no fear, my nigga I was born and raised right here
Late one night I was in a pearl white Acura Legendary
I got that thang with me cause it's necessary
Shit, I was just ridin
Wasn't even thinking‘bout collidin
But I kept seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lights
I done prepared myself to die if it's my time to go
He said "you know what it is, you done seen it before"
This sad, of course I'ma be mad
Well here you can have it god damnit if you want it that bad
You would try to take from me, my nigga I ain't no star
I value both of our lives more than this car
You lucky nigga, I used to be you
Shit I'd bust a hole in your chest somebody could see through
Now remember, shit, you could've died tonight
And I would've been in the right
I ain't even pissed you could just drop me off at the house
Cause I ain't really dying by nothin like this
He-he-he-he-he-he
Everythang cool my nigga, you could just drop me off at the house
Knahmsayin?
[video=youtube;NRxZ9gKD1oQ]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRxZ9gKD1oQ[/video]
Goodie Bag Verse
First of all, I stand a little more than five feet tall,
But we can still brawl nigga I ain't scared at all
I guess you niggas don't know or can't see
That it ain't even wise steppin' to me incorrectly
But yet still, when nigga's feel they can deal
I will split yo' ass up for real
Cause we the maniacs with the chunky Goodie sac's
No I don't carry an ax, but I still swing low with the lumberjax tracks
Are being made by Organo-i-z-e
Why we coolin' in the shade and gettin paid
For chillin, illin' willin' to do what I got to do
To come thru your speaker
Cee-Lo, he will never come weaker
Uniquer than a lot of emcees out today
Because I'm more than careful about what I say
When I pick up a microphone it's on
They better leave me alone, I'm in my zone
Prone to snap if you offer me a chance
Like it when them chunky hoes can dance
I'll enhance the microphone when it's in my grip, I do not slip
I can't forget my nigga's Jo, T-Mo, and Gipp
Ha, ha, ha, well Great Scott, is he a thief?
It seems like he has a mouth fulla gold teeth
I smile because your eyes can't take the glare
But Cee-Lo, him don't care, I cut off all my hair
And everybody stop and stare when we come in the place
And I can get on the mic wit no time to waste
Get right up in yo' face, kick the flavor you taste
And when I'm on the microphone it's a damn disgrace
How you don't comprehend what I'm saying to you
And I'm the C, the double E from the Goodie Mo Crew
I'm coming thru, I'm comin' true, ooh I can't even stop
It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit that nigga pop, pop, pop and my nigga Mike L
And Bert P and my nigga Pretty Ken, you know he down wit me
We from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we stay
I'm diggin all in the Goodie Bag each 'n ever day
Ooooh shit!!
Gutta Butta
Nigga I ain't shit, I just know how to rhyme a little bit
Nigga please, I'm still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fit
Now I got a little dough, but it ain't that much mo
than every other nigga I know
We all still po
I don't sell dope (what you doin?)
I sell hope
You wanna size me up my nigga then wear a scope
Cause you gon see me on MLK and on T.V.
I ain't got no fear, my nigga I was born and raised right here
Late one night I was in a pearl white Acura Legendary
I got that thang with me cause it's necessary
Shit, I was just ridin
Wasn't even thinking‘bout collidin
But I kept seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lights
I done prepared myself to die if it's my time to go
He said "you know what it is, you done seen it before"
This sad, of course I'ma be mad
Well here you can have it god damnit if you want it that bad
You would try to take from me, my nigga I ain't no star
I value both of our lives more than this car
You lucky nigga, I used to be you
Shit I'd bust a hole in your chest somebody could see through
Now remember, shit, you could've died tonight
And I would've been in the right
I ain't even pissed you could just drop me off at the house
Cause I ain't really dying by nothin like this
He-he-he-he-he-he
Everythang cool my nigga, you could just drop me off at the house
Knahmsayin?
[video=youtube;NRxZ9gKD1oQ]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRxZ9gKD1oQ[/video]
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The Lonious Monk
New member
Freestyle starts at 5:14
[video=youtube;Yf-czOxQVKE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yf-czOxQVKE[/video]
Come on now, if Cee Lo's two solos were straight rap, you'd have to consider him top 5 ever.
[video=youtube;Yf-czOxQVKE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yf-czOxQVKE[/video]
Come on now, if Cee Lo's two solos were straight rap, you'd have to consider him top 5 ever.
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Dretox2010;129713 said:Stan - Eminem
If I Had - Eminem
The Way I Am - Eminem
When I'm Gone - Eminem
Brain Damage - Eminem
Lose Yourself - Eminem
8 Mile Road - Eminem
Superman - Eminem
Kim - Eminem
Infinite - Eminem
97 Bonnie & Clyde - Eminem
Criminal - Eminem
Renegade - Eminem
Cleaning Out My Closet - Eminem
We As Americans - Eminem
Yellow Brick Road - Eminem
Rabbit Run - Eminem
Deja Vu - Eminem
Just Don't Give A Fuk - Eminem
Rewind - Nas
New York State Of Mind - Nas
Dretox2010;129737 said:The best display of Lyrcism ever with a message that relates to people and is personal with emotion and substance has to be the Rock Bottom Song by Eminem
No other Song comes close to that
Dretox2010;129754 said:This is just my personal view but Rock Bottom for me is the greatest Song ever made in history
LOL smh at this desperate cry for attention ... funny how no one quoted it LOL ... YOU JUST WANTED SOMEONE TO COME IN AND SAY SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR EMINEM DICK RIDING LOL. NEWS FLASH DUMMY everyone already knows your rep on here ... bout time for you to find another board LOL!!!Dretox2010;129797 said:That's why Eminem is the greatest Lyricist & Writer ever he will speak about personal things people relate to from topics such as poverty, love, parenting, family etc but say it using Multi's, Word Play, Story Telling that is perfect & catchy Hook's and the emotion in his Song's is un matched only people like 2pac & DMX have similar emotion, Eminem does concept's that have never ever been done in the past as well
THAT SHIT IS OLD YOU GOTTA GET SOME CHUKKAS FUKKA !!! LOL
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thedesolateone
New member
ceelo did his best verse i ever heard from him on commons one day itll all make sense...
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Already posted this but not lyrics. This should close the thread IMO. What does it not have?
.I wake up early in the morning
My state so Military
Suckers Fantasize, Pictures of a
Young Brother Buried
Was it me, The Weed, Or this life I lead
If daytime is for suckers then
Tonight we breathe
Out for all that
Knowing that this world brings drawbacks
Look how this shit bumps
Once I deliver these war raps
Meet me at the cemetery
Dressed in Black
Tonight we
Honor the dead those who won't be back
So if I die do the same for me
Shed no tear
An Outlaw, thug living in this game,
for years
Why worry,
Hope to god
Get me high
When I'm buried
Knowing deep inside only a few love me
Come rush me to the gates of heaven
Let me picture for a while
How I live for my days, as a child
I wonder now
How do we outlast, always get cash
Stay strong if we all mash
Hold Your head
[Chorus]
How do we keep the music playing
How do we get ahead
To many young black brothers are dying
Living Fast, too fast
These felonies be like prophecies
Begging me to stop
Cause These lawyers getting money
Everytime they knock us
Slashing pockets lyrically
Suckers fleed when they notice
Switched my name to Makaveli
Half the rap game closed
Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows
They froze
Now suckers idealize my chosen Blows
More money mean litigating
More Player hating
Got a cell at the penn for me waiting
Is this my fate
Miss me with that mistermeaner thinking
Me fall back
Never That
Too much Tequilla drinking
We all that
Make them understand me
Hey I'll stay all night out with my Posse
Everyone roll with me is family
Cause everybodies got me
Watch me paint a perfect vision
This life we living
Got us all meeting up in Prison
Last week I got a letter from my road dog
Written in Blood
Saying, "Please show a young player love"
Hold your head
Hold it
[Chorus]
How do we keep the music playing
How do we get ahead
To many young black brothers are dying
Living Fast, too fast
God bless the child that can hold is own
Indeed
Enemies Bleed when I hold my chrome
Let these words be the last
to my unborn seeds
Hope to raise my young nation
In this world of greed
Currency means nothing if you still ain't free
Money breeds jealousy
Take the game from me
I hope for better days
Trouble comes naturally
Running from authorities
Till they capture me
And my AIM is to spread more smiles than tears
Utilize lessons learned from my childhood years
Maybe Mama had it all right
Rest your head
Straight conversation all night
Bless the dead
To the homies that I usta have
That no longer roll
Catch a brother at the crossroads
Plus nobody knows my soul
Watching time pass
Through the glass of my drop top Rolls
Hold your head
.I wake up early in the morning
My state so Military
Suckers Fantasize, Pictures of a
Young Brother Buried
Was it me, The Weed, Or this life I lead
If daytime is for suckers then
Tonight we breathe
Out for all that
Knowing that this world brings drawbacks
Look how this shit bumps
Once I deliver these war raps
Meet me at the cemetery
Dressed in Black
Tonight we
Honor the dead those who won't be back
So if I die do the same for me
Shed no tear
An Outlaw, thug living in this game,
for years
Why worry,
Hope to god
Get me high
When I'm buried
Knowing deep inside only a few love me
Come rush me to the gates of heaven
Let me picture for a while
How I live for my days, as a child
I wonder now
How do we outlast, always get cash
Stay strong if we all mash
Hold Your head
[Chorus]
How do we keep the music playing
How do we get ahead
To many young black brothers are dying
Living Fast, too fast
These felonies be like prophecies
Begging me to stop
Cause These lawyers getting money
Everytime they knock us
Slashing pockets lyrically
Suckers fleed when they notice
Switched my name to Makaveli
Half the rap game closed
Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows
They froze
Now suckers idealize my chosen Blows
More money mean litigating
More Player hating
Got a cell at the penn for me waiting
Is this my fate
Miss me with that mistermeaner thinking
Me fall back
Never That
Too much Tequilla drinking
We all that
Make them understand me
Hey I'll stay all night out with my Posse
Everyone roll with me is family
Cause everybodies got me
Watch me paint a perfect vision
This life we living
Got us all meeting up in Prison
Last week I got a letter from my road dog
Written in Blood
Saying, "Please show a young player love"
Hold your head
Hold it
[Chorus]
How do we keep the music playing
How do we get ahead
To many young black brothers are dying
Living Fast, too fast
God bless the child that can hold is own
Indeed
Enemies Bleed when I hold my chrome
Let these words be the last
to my unborn seeds
Hope to raise my young nation
In this world of greed
Currency means nothing if you still ain't free
Money breeds jealousy
Take the game from me
I hope for better days
Trouble comes naturally
Running from authorities
Till they capture me
And my AIM is to spread more smiles than tears
Utilize lessons learned from my childhood years
Maybe Mama had it all right
Rest your head
Straight conversation all night
Bless the dead
To the homies that I usta have
That no longer roll
Catch a brother at the crossroads
Plus nobody knows my soul
Watching time pass
Through the glass of my drop top Rolls
Hold your head
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mryounggun
New member
Ibex;129703 said:Co-Sign That "Murder track....Bun B destroyed that shit
Yeah, too many joints and opinions. I can't really say for sure. But you can't listen to Bun B's verse on 'Murder' and not be impressed. The nigga when IN. Once of the top 10 nip hop verses EVER!
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georgia boi
New member
The Lonious Monk;158891 said:More Cee Lo:
Goodie Bag Verse
First of all, I stand a little more than five feet tall,
But we can still brawl nigga I ain't scared at all
I guess you niggas don't know or can't see
That it ain't even wise steppin' to me incorrectly
But yet still, when nigga's feel they can deal
I will split yo' ass up for real
Cause we the maniacs with the chunky Goodie sac's
No I don't carry an ax, but I still swing low with the lumberjax tracks
Are being made by Organo-i-z-e
Why we coolin' in the shade and gettin paid
For chillin, illin' willin' to do what I got to do
To come thru your speaker
Cee-Lo, he will never come weaker
Uniquer than a lot of emcees out today
Because I'm more than careful about what I say
When I pick up a microphone it's on
They better leave me alone, I'm in my zone
Prone to snap if you offer me a chance
Like it when them chunky hoes can dance
I'll enhance the microphone when it's in my grip, I do not slip
I can't forget my nigga's Jo, T-Mo, and Gipp
Ha, ha, ha, well Great Scott, is he a thief?
It seems like he has a mouth fulla gold teeth
I smile because your eyes can't take the glare
But Cee-Lo, him don't care, I cut off all my hair
And everybody stop and stare when we come in the place
And I can get on the mic wit no time to waste
Get right up in yo' face, kick the flavor you taste
And when I'm on the microphone it's a damn disgrace
How you don't comprehend what I'm saying to you
And I'm the C, the double E from the Goodie Mo Crew
I'm coming thru, I'm comin' true, ooh I can't even stop
It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit that nigga pop, pop, pop and my nigga Mike L
And Bert P and my nigga Pretty Ken, you know he down wit me
We from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we stay
I'm diggin all in the Goodie Bag each 'n ever day
Ooooh shit!!
Gutta Butta
Nigga I ain't shit, I just know how to rhyme a little bit
Nigga please, I'm still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fit
Now I got a little dough, but it ain't that much mo
than every other nigga I know
We all still po
I don't sell dope (what you doin?)
I sell hope
You wanna size me up my nigga then wear a scope
Cause you gon see me on MLK and on T.V.
I ain't got no fear, my nigga I was born and raised right here
Late one night I was in a pearl white Acura Legendary
I got that thang with me cause it's necessary
Shit, I was just ridin
Wasn't even thinking‘bout collidin
But I kept seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lights
I done prepared myself to die if it's my time to go
He said "you know what it is, you done seen it before"
This sad, of course I'ma be mad
Well here you can have it god damnit if you want it that bad
You would try to take from me, my nigga I ain't no star
I value both of our lives more than this car
You lucky nigga, I used to be you
Shit I'd bust a hole in your chest somebody could see through
Now remember, shit, you could've died tonight
And I would've been in the right
I ain't even pissed you could just drop me off at the house
Cause I ain't really dying by nothin like this
He-he-he-he-he-he
Everythang cool my nigga, you could just drop me off at the house
Knahmsayin?
[video=youtube;NRxZ9gKD1oQ]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRxZ9gKD1oQ[/video]
Cee Lo went IN on "Gutta Butta." I remember rewinding that verse several times fast forwarding through everybody else just to hear Cee Lo's verse. Love Goodie Mob as a group, but Cee Lo was somewhere else lyrically. "Sometimes" and "Selling Soul" from Soul Machine are ridiculous lyrically as well.
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themadlionsfan
New member
Dretox2010;129713 said:Stan - Eminem
If I Had - Eminem
The Way I Am - Eminem
When I'm Gone - Eminem
Brain Damage - Eminem
Lose Yourself - Eminem
8 Mile Road - Eminem
Superman - Eminem
Kim - Eminem
Infinite - Eminem
97 Bonnie & Clyde - Eminem
Criminal - Eminem
Renegade - Eminem
Cleaning Out My Closet - Eminem
We As Americans - Eminem
Yellow Brick Road - Eminem
Rabbit Run - Eminem
Deja Vu - Eminem
Just Don't Give A Fuk - Eminem
Rewind - Nas
New York State Of Mind - Nas
lmao.....but anybody remember AZ's album Doe Or Die.........he fuckin murked Rather Unique
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supaman4321
New member
Anything by Aesop Rock or Cee-Lo
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Inspectah Deck in Cold World
check this kids!
Yo - no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs
and seize packages and pocket the currency
Clicks control strips full clips are sprayed
Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay
Madness strikes at twelve o'clock midnight
Stick up kids on the ground broke the staircase light
And I stays harassed, scramblin for petty cash
Jakes on my ass young bucks is learnin fast
357's and 44's
Bought inside corner stores, their fire sparks the wars
Hospital floors surrounded by the law
Homicide questioning while the Jakes guard the door
My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team
Cause niggaz main concern is CREAM
Some niggaz in the jet black Gallant
Shot up the Chinese resteraunt, for this kid named Lamont
I thought he was dead but instead he missed a kid
and hit a twelve year old girl in the head and then fled
Tactical narcotic, task force, back off fast
Cause the crime boss is passin off cash
Extortions, for portions of streets, causes beef
Havin followers of Indians trying to play Chief
You witness the saga, casualties and drama
Life is a script, I'm not a actor but the author
of a modern day opera, where the main character
is presidential paper, the dominant, factor
check this kids!
Yo - no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs
and seize packages and pocket the currency
Clicks control strips full clips are sprayed
Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay
Madness strikes at twelve o'clock midnight
Stick up kids on the ground broke the staircase light
And I stays harassed, scramblin for petty cash
Jakes on my ass young bucks is learnin fast
357's and 44's
Bought inside corner stores, their fire sparks the wars
Hospital floors surrounded by the law
Homicide questioning while the Jakes guard the door
My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team
Cause niggaz main concern is CREAM
Some niggaz in the jet black Gallant
Shot up the Chinese resteraunt, for this kid named Lamont
I thought he was dead but instead he missed a kid
and hit a twelve year old girl in the head and then fled
Tactical narcotic, task force, back off fast
Cause the crime boss is passin off cash
Extortions, for portions of streets, causes beef
Havin followers of Indians trying to play Chief
You witness the saga, casualties and drama
Life is a script, I'm not a actor but the author
of a modern day opera, where the main character
is presidential paper, the dominant, factor
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Beannie Sigel in Still Got Love
Dynasty_ album, track 16, listeners fret
I can't take back that sixteen
Shit the truth spoke, I gotta give the world true quotes
Can you feel it? I know the truth hurts
They say, "How can he disrespect his pop with harsh curses?"
Simple - harsh life, harsh verses
"I can't believe the mouth of this prick
He said put his mouth on his dick,"
I know we gotta talk bout that, I know you salt bout that
You on the tip like I don't like you
I got four kids, three baby mothers, I'm just like you
Sometimes I wanted to just fight you, shit
Swing on you - think I'm playin man, I'm just like you
I was a kid with a puzzle
with missing pieces tryin to put it together dawg, you put it together
You made me have to foot through the weather
in the storm with no raincoat
I don't only speak on me, I speak upon the kids in the same boat
Ridin the same water, same situation
Same fatherless daughter - I hate you, that's in your mind
Don't get caught up in the rhyme
You think I dissed you now, that I don't miss you now
Don't be a hater now, be glad I made it now
I know I probably rubbed you the wrong way
But fuck what the song say, for the record, check it
shout outs
[video=youtube;NAxJAM4Gwjg]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAxJAM4Gwjg[/video]
Dynasty_ album, track 16, listeners fret
I can't take back that sixteen
Shit the truth spoke, I gotta give the world true quotes
Can you feel it? I know the truth hurts
They say, "How can he disrespect his pop with harsh curses?"
Simple - harsh life, harsh verses
"I can't believe the mouth of this prick
He said put his mouth on his dick,"
I know we gotta talk bout that, I know you salt bout that
You on the tip like I don't like you
I got four kids, three baby mothers, I'm just like you
Sometimes I wanted to just fight you, shit
Swing on you - think I'm playin man, I'm just like you
I was a kid with a puzzle
with missing pieces tryin to put it together dawg, you put it together
You made me have to foot through the weather
in the storm with no raincoat
I don't only speak on me, I speak upon the kids in the same boat
Ridin the same water, same situation
Same fatherless daughter - I hate you, that's in your mind
Don't get caught up in the rhyme
You think I dissed you now, that I don't miss you now
Don't be a hater now, be glad I made it now
I know I probably rubbed you the wrong way
But fuck what the song say, for the record, check it
shout outs
[video=youtube;NAxJAM4Gwjg]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAxJAM4Gwjg[/video]
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It's a hustle called capitalism
Got my niggaz in prison, all stuck in the system yeah
Recognize who's a hustler, George Dubya
He's the one that's sittin back, fuckin ya
With a big dick stuck in ya
I'm from a place where the fuckin Terminator is the Governor
Ice Cube Nigga Trap
Got my niggaz in prison, all stuck in the system yeah
Recognize who's a hustler, George Dubya
He's the one that's sittin back, fuckin ya
With a big dick stuck in ya
I'm from a place where the fuckin Terminator is the Governor
Ice Cube Nigga Trap
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thedesolateone
New member
dretox you cant be serious:deja vu?
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b@squ1@t redux
New member
too many to name
but em on renegade popped in my head first
but em on renegade popped in my head first
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b@squ1@t redux;174136 said:too many to name
but em on renegade popped in my head first
The greatest verse ever spit is definitely Nas' on Verbal Intercourse:
Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual
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