I roll tight, like a veteran smoker
better than most of
These Posers that post up
like Posters

Im Here to rip the clowns down
My thinking process is bright
Like Night
Im thinking Downtown

Im so under the weather
niggas say it's easy
I say simple
I write with colored pencils

I went to Class
these kats was no shows
I guess I gotta stay close
to the street like Low Pros
In order to get those Shows
So cold

But I refuse to go low
Unless Im playing basketball
Kats A Fall
Puttin em in caskets fa mo dough

Keep that on low low
Unless you wanna go low
Oh no
Ha ha there ya boy go

Been a minute-Emcee-iLl sHeP

write from the beginning...
I hope this story holds
long enough to make it through - if not to - glory road
map on under his hat tread from forty scrolls
tipsy tipping looking for change , shorty wrote
on his way , describing what he saw in durin' his adventures
enduring what he ventured , till he lost his way
had to leave of trail of paper , from piece's he didn't like
and before long most of;if not all his marks were stray
decent he hid his knife , from the people that took him in on the side of the road where the harbored stay
a strange place , he would remark in subtle
unable to put it down , running out of space , not a space he'd love to
oooh found one , but mistook it for something worthy ... he footed now
took it for something worthy , he booked his rounds
unable to walk past , reminiscent of a fable , over which he couldn't see
see , he couldn't talk , not at all , he shouldn't seem
believe , his beliefs were strong enough to make it through
tripped lasted one night , and by mourning he was pushing too

money themed

say if it wasn't for g's
in during moment of silences'
ya'd be hustlin' speech,
is it worth its worth
when its worth got the suppliers addicted to customers
as a result, whose' work meant worse?
yet, it's better to push up, cos there's a mean usher beneath
a status that the classless can't match wit
what the fuck is it' for , repossession been freed
hold dear here , of course the poor creep here
barely make it to a place , where , on accord , all supports' weak here
so draw your lines before they mark down and enforce the street here whoo!!
for better cos it ain't been
not too sure but at war with peace here
somewhere unaware of what it means to be in the middle
between backwards pacing both struggles , demeaning the riddle
shadows inner light , enter evenings of darkness its here that sinners strike
sword of the righteous killin' off all litters of life
but its better to put down the pen when
the original begins in the will and dollars of the dust then , are ending ya right

opened up the boards
a cypher not worth discussin' in till they closin' up the floor
only then , everybody wants to get theirs in...
got the flo' as shiny but I' am the only one rhyming
spotless , yet , bet none of ya can find me
drop nonsense , wouldn't wanna pick up where i left off
an inability to write on
oh wait this is my song.........whoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
said in lyric form , perform with a mimicked calm
but how do i know someone's listening
i mean it's not like it's been this before
hmm...ok maybe this time you can get it after
here's your ticket mister credit rapper
oh thats me , damn i wish i could get it faster
like my Christmas wish list when the cookies still sittin' on the plate
from ready to get my hands on to like gettin' when givin' is none the less a gift i must make
whoo!!
every time im bored , i jot down what i can rather than unwrap my mistakes
learn from the bad , not to be brought down the same
and hopefully I'll be good enough in time for the Train
running through the tracks till my skills is on par with the lane

I take a color
I never will produce the way they mark it
Feels a rush, as soon as the gun starts it
Taking a move from departed
It started with no money,
No Money, i will tell em, the way they do the resemble the ways of this target
With all these arms i've takin apart from nobody
Its sickening, fencing every sword for words make every fan start pickiting word for word
I derive, my stature from lord to lord
It was a thought, we bought
So the most wealthiest paid
No help, i black out like the filthiest slave
I lack now, let me decide and then pick the ways
A doorag can make a flood after fixing his waves
He never thinks, he drinks, until he's tilted on pave
Meant to rise from it, like zombies out the grave
Begin to open your eyes cousin, when the feelings turn brave
The luster thats in his mind, fixes a twist to then glaze
I never sleep, I see what sleep does to him
Its almost like peace, reminds me of a dove to him
But at the breach, he's like null to him, because when his eyes close, his whole life froze
I took from it, pedals away, once i arose
I sense something, how i a nose
Out of the despair now i loath
From an open eye from a closed minded perspective
I feel lifeless after the pursuit of perfection

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