Post by retrospectacle on Nov 23, 2010 16:39:31 GMT -5
Da streets are hard/
only beats are the hearts/
so Im a cappella/
beatless, I need beef to start/
but these niggas actin crazy cuz they bleed and starve/
see the stars? thats where ima be tomorrow/
always been a big dreamer and thinkin large/
but never did I know that I would be this far/
decree my frees cuz when I speak I spark/
and have emcees eatin at the things they talk/
come from a white circle, ring of chalk/
I think Im tough cuz I grew up with fiends that bark/
a hinge that cringes will never be completely off/
you think we soft? then how about you beat me dawg?
and if you do you get props, but if you don't you get locked/
you'll see the glocks cock and cops watch while shots launch/
drive by ya house and, drop a bullet bomb/
blow ya whole top off as you sit and weak talk/
don't push it or I'll pull it have ya hood in the sand/
blood on ya hands,you can't stop these bullets from landin/
man you see the damage I caused to this planet?
that would warn you, you shouldn't fuck with my plans/
I'll have you standin, 3 feet tall like Gary Coleman/
Harry told em, Wingardium Leviosa/
stuff a yard stick up his nose, nasal syringe/
hate it and then, love it when haters hatin/
above is greater than them/
power they will never get/
higher than a fire up rocketship engine/
indent or you might get ended/
real quick, Will Smith, 3 kids, splendid!
Pursuit of Happiness,im catchin glads on the avenue/
I know who's mad at you, your dad has an attitude,
I'll check his aptitude,inject him wit some nasty fluid/
then he starts actin stupid sentences aren't so fluent/
spits some shit that seems confusin/
kickin his ass gets him to move/
this was supposed to be my autobiography/
the shit turned into something you ought not to see/
the way I rhyme you'd think I was callin out wild emcees/
but nah I freein maybe Im not set out to be, complete/
only beats are the hearts/
so Im a cappella/
beatless, I need beef to start/
but these niggas actin crazy cuz they bleed and starve/
see the stars? thats where ima be tomorrow/
always been a big dreamer and thinkin large/
but never did I know that I would be this far/
decree my frees cuz when I speak I spark/
and have emcees eatin at the things they talk/
come from a white circle, ring of chalk/
I think Im tough cuz I grew up with fiends that bark/
a hinge that cringes will never be completely off/
you think we soft? then how about you beat me dawg?
and if you do you get props, but if you don't you get locked/
you'll see the glocks cock and cops watch while shots launch/
drive by ya house and, drop a bullet bomb/
blow ya whole top off as you sit and weak talk/
don't push it or I'll pull it have ya hood in the sand/
blood on ya hands,you can't stop these bullets from landin/
man you see the damage I caused to this planet?
that would warn you, you shouldn't fuck with my plans/
I'll have you standin, 3 feet tall like Gary Coleman/
Harry told em, Wingardium Leviosa/
stuff a yard stick up his nose, nasal syringe/
hate it and then, love it when haters hatin/
above is greater than them/
power they will never get/
higher than a fire up rocketship engine/
indent or you might get ended/
real quick, Will Smith, 3 kids, splendid!
Pursuit of Happiness,im catchin glads on the avenue/
I know who's mad at you, your dad has an attitude,
I'll check his aptitude,inject him wit some nasty fluid/
then he starts actin stupid sentences aren't so fluent/
spits some shit that seems confusin/
kickin his ass gets him to move/
this was supposed to be my autobiography/
the shit turned into something you ought not to see/
the way I rhyme you'd think I was callin out wild emcees/
but nah I freein maybe Im not set out to be, complete/