by classthe_king » Jan 8th, '11, 06:20
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
with M-16's and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?
That was the only good part of the verse.
Store my rhymes cryogenically, for an entire century,
And even science then’ll be baffled by the chemistry
The rapid rise in energies, analyzed forensically,
To fathom why this natural high is trapped inside your memory,
So why do rappers lie, glamorizing weaponry,
Gettin’ away with murder like the cat who’s driving Kennedy,
I’ll have your life’s in jeopardy, receiving intravenous fluid,
Till the thieves I’m crew with pull the plug on your breathing unit,
I peep the blue-print of your music, every bar and measure,
Plantin’ demo charges to tear apart the architecture,
My squad march together through the Arctic weather,
In the hardest sector, and left a marked forever like a Scarlet letter,
Scar a veteran for medallin’ in our endeavours,
So enjoy gettin’ tar and feathered while your arms are severed,
Ya’ll will never stop this goon out the Boonies,
Who spits more jewels out than that dudes mouth in Goonies,
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You think your personal attacks make up for what you lack?