theYunGWuN God Father
Joined: 27 Aug 2007
 Posts: 202 Location: within the brim of interplanetary space
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 8:26 am Post subject: No Time(reckless piece) |
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old piece posted awhile bak
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No time for chit-chat for I hit-cats who spit-wack leave em without the option to spit-back/
Yall should know where shits-at, loosen the grip dawg click-clack/
Have ya with no words hollow-on-the-mic for yall following-the-light/
Following the cat who brushes his collar-before-fight/
Dawg fold-ya-gun save up they ammo to shoot me the holy-one/
Only-some survive while others stay on the shelf like bread and yall aint wanna be the moldy-one/
For they choke like they were sent-here-to-stare ill put dents-to-ya-chair/
Yall say fuck it I say life wasn’t meant-to-be-fair/
I mean while whites-earning we got blacks-hurting/
And the cats-turning, right around the corner, where the gats-lurkin/
So if yall can flip dollars I guess yall flip-dimes/
No need to miss-time so grip-lines and be like me aight spit-rhymes/
But if you think you hot-ter then me then you must be a rob-ber/
Biting my lines then ill stop-ya cause you will never hold the gold just the cop-per/
Paper be jumping-most my bad jumping all, yall be humping-goats/
Thinking you can beat me ya bump-ya-post but ya gunna loose so why cats be upping-votes/
So peeps send-ya-three, best and ill fend-off-three/
Cause like mechanics ill be meding-thee, bitches know I got an endless-fee/
Nasty rappers fucking assed-faced believing ya got fast-pace/
But with one step into this race ya gunna end up loosing like last-place/
Just ask-Mase, dude returned to the game like welcome-back but people began yelling-wack/
So he came running to me like help-me-jack but why would I help a crap rapper so now he’s selling-crack/
How will rhymes please-me with flow so chee-sy some cats trying to tease-me/
But please b they spitting shit so eas-y wanting to be raw but staying greas-y/
So listen for this free-bee hav ya like whus weez-y for all my shots come in 3-D/
And ill leave these three-g’s with three bullets on they left hand, on they right my C-D/ |
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