Monday, December 25, 2006
3:21 PM
In my mind I’m a fighter/ my hearts a lighter/ My soul is the fluid/ my flow sparks it right up/ An arsenic writer/ an author with arthritis/ Carpal tunnel, marshal wit start shyt-it is/ hardheaded and hot-headed/ Bull-headed, pig- headed/dik-head a brick I’m sick, quick wit it/ for every lyric spitted/There are six critics/ Who wait for me to slip wit it/ so quick/ this dynamite stick/ Bury the wick/ its gonna explode/ any minute some lunatic lit it/ And its not nelly/ do not tell me to stop yellin/ When I stop sellin/ I'll quit so, so stop dwellin/ I’m not failin/ you fcukers are not ready/ Cuz I got jellie/like designing a pot belly/ This is destiny/ yes money/ I'm off runnin/ so get off of me I’m not slowin or softening/ No apologies Nah sukers i’m not sorry/Yall can all sue/Yall can be the cause of me No apologies Yall fellin the force of me/No remorse from me/Like there was no recourse for me No apologies I’m not even acknowledging you at all/til I get a call that god's comin No apologies Laugh fcukers it's all funny/I can spit in your face while you is standin across from me My hand is a pillow/a weepin willow/ I cant sleep/ a pain so deep it bellows / But these cellos/ just help to keep me mellow/ Hands on my head/ touch knees to elbows/ Im hunch over/ emotion just flows over There cold shoulders/ the both frozen. You don’t know me/ I keep sayin/ I can't stress it enough/ So keep playin/ and stand next to the subs/ I choke mics like affixiation/ When I’m straggling when my own throat masturbatin / Fcuk ya I’m a basket case/ and I mastered this rap shyt/ Til my ass gets wasted/ Til my assassination/ til im slain cause of some f4gs infatuation/ 44 mags fascination a taste for disaster and if that’s the case/ This song isn’t for you/ its for me/ a true m.c./ is wat he do just to see/ if he still has it/ and if his skills mastered/ he able to spill raps/ long after he killed that’s a/ a real m.c/ got u fellin me whether willing or unwillingly/ u still agree/ as long as still this hunger in me/ and will in me then expect a longer life expectancy/ ill be a savage beast/ if I didn’t have this outlet to salvage me/ inside/ ill be exploding soaked in self loathing and mourning / so i’m warnin u don’t coax me/ its silly oh really a sheep in wolves in clothing/ who only reacts when he gets pushed/ don’t be…. Fooled/ the press blows up this whole thing/ its stupid the don’t know/ because they don’t see/ that i’m wounded/ all the did was ballooned it/ i’m sick of talking about these tattoos cartooned it/ that’s why I toned it out/i’m sick of duking and while puking and you too/ you can don’t expect no sympathy from me/ i’m a mc this how i’m suppose to be/ cold as a g/my heart is frozen it don’t even beat/ so expect no apologies don’t exepct no sympathy from me/ i’m a mc this how i’m suppose to be/ cold as a g/my heart is frozen it don’t even beat/ so expect no apologies
Y These Wounds Just
Dont Seems To Heal
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