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Dominant, when im reppin on the micBeHemoth wrote:attention, somebody bagged the judge and jury
disturbin, like learnin Katie Holmes got herpes
hurtin, I used to serve them protein slurpees
thats how you turn a normal girl into a human Kirby
get wierd looks like the rapitalists eye
Or Bushwick bills and he is a midget too
My lyrics leave you hurtin yourself like that houston dude
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Re: Welcome to my corner
Frsh.brnfrzebreakone9 wrote:
see, even if I found my own section
I couldn't call it a home
because a runaway doesnt need direction
he finds it on his own
I ask, How can I find my own corner
In a world that's so spherical
and how come i find a mourner
outside every so called miracle
i agree too, btu this is beter than most shit posted liek this...much mroe better techinically.reason is yellow wrote:yea i agree with you actually.BeHemoth wrote:I kinda pictured you spittin this with more emotion. in all honesty it was very bland. I enjoyed the read more than the song. its a good story, tell it like you mean it. thanks for sharin.
keep at it dawg,
yeahyeahyeah
Who are we besides the lines we decide to share
or the rhymes we step and spit and hide and wear
and I'm still standin' like elton, but the ladies still hopin' I look
this ones to all those who say I should write a poetry book
I just stand still, let the honies see me smilin'
half of them can't see the stress behind all the miles and
on the front piece, i smile and let the world concieve me
i've had chances with the most beautifullest but youd never believe me
and i'm content to be a man and give props to those I'm among
but feel the need to be better even when I'm kinda drunk
and I'm here, vision blurred, but still see more
since I'm faded out but can still use a keyboard
we hoard the same type a steeze behind time's and try to breathe
what the fuck did that mean? I dunno..just wanna be me
so convinced the world's contracted some kinda sickness,
half these cats write the story first, then try and live it
so inconsistent, but I'm here to sweep her off her feet
compelled to be the illest, but I'm stumblin' down the street
crashin' on my own couch but still feel like home's somehwere else
spit unitl I'm hoarse, until every word is felt
cliche and I can't front with these rhymes i slang
skins tan enough and my eyes be kinda slang
i rhymed slang twice
i slang right...
i keep saying slang but my slang's dang nice....
holla at one kid who stay flowin' like he heaven sent
and i ain't even sober, still flowin effortless
hollllaaaaaa
or the rhymes we step and spit and hide and wear
and I'm still standin' like elton, but the ladies still hopin' I look
this ones to all those who say I should write a poetry book
I just stand still, let the honies see me smilin'
half of them can't see the stress behind all the miles and
on the front piece, i smile and let the world concieve me
i've had chances with the most beautifullest but youd never believe me
and i'm content to be a man and give props to those I'm among
but feel the need to be better even when I'm kinda drunk
and I'm here, vision blurred, but still see more
since I'm faded out but can still use a keyboard
we hoard the same type a steeze behind time's and try to breathe
what the fuck did that mean? I dunno..just wanna be me
so convinced the world's contracted some kinda sickness,
half these cats write the story first, then try and live it
so inconsistent, but I'm here to sweep her off her feet
compelled to be the illest, but I'm stumblin' down the street
crashin' on my own couch but still feel like home's somehwere else
spit unitl I'm hoarse, until every word is felt
cliche and I can't front with these rhymes i slang
skins tan enough and my eyes be kinda slang
i rhymed slang twice
i slang right...
i keep saying slang but my slang's dang nice....
holla at one kid who stay flowin' like he heaven sent
and i ain't even sober, still flowin effortless
hollllaaaaaa
i'm so gangsta, check out the hard lean
step and up and make love to my darlin arlene
and ill fight many men to get next ta jen
matter fact yall both come to me and we'll all get to win
im so good, and so fresh, i admit my cores lit
holla at you boy i gotta crush on ms horllicks
yeah im fade and shit but still speakin the truth
yall come to tally and ill save yall soem room
step and up and make love to my darlin arlene
and ill fight many men to get next ta jen
matter fact yall both come to me and we'll all get to win
im so good, and so fresh, i admit my cores lit
holla at you boy i gotta crush on ms horllicks
yeah im fade and shit but still speakin the truth
yall come to tally and ill save yall soem room
Instant Replay
I replay conversations in my head
Back from when I chilled with the living dead
I've got straight edge now . . .
(Rewind the tape)
I replay conversations in my head
Back from when I chilled with the living dead
I've got a handle on lye and homegrown addictions
And I stand on my feet and my own convictions
Existence is mathematic and not simple addition
Life is what you make of it . . .
(YO DJ! Take it back)
I've got a handle on lye and homegrown addictions
And I stand on my feet and my own convictions
Existence is mathematic and not simple addition
Life equals the measured ability to finish shit, divided by the probability of an ill English Lit synthesis
School can be cumbersome
Better off in another one
So you see . . . the way things stack up on me, I react
(YO DJ! Please bring that beat back)
School can be cumbersome
Better off in another one
Studying social sciences and writing
While my buddies are so defiant and still fighting . . . everyone on the block is just
Compliant and self-abiding
They don't know why those cats are so high
On the corner drinking Coronas as their cars go by
I replay these images in my mind, pause and then hit rewind
(DJ! Rewind it just one more time)
My buddies are so defiant and still
fighting . . . everyone on the block is just
Compliant and self-abiding
They don't know why those cats are so high
On the corner drinking Coronas as their cars go by
I'll replay these images and convos over in my mind
Until I finish the bottle of diet soda I could find
Back from when I chilled with the living dead
I've got straight edge now . . .
(Rewind the tape)
I replay conversations in my head
Back from when I chilled with the living dead
I've got a handle on lye and homegrown addictions
And I stand on my feet and my own convictions
Existence is mathematic and not simple addition
Life is what you make of it . . .
(YO DJ! Take it back)
I've got a handle on lye and homegrown addictions
And I stand on my feet and my own convictions
Existence is mathematic and not simple addition
Life equals the measured ability to finish shit, divided by the probability of an ill English Lit synthesis
School can be cumbersome
Better off in another one
So you see . . . the way things stack up on me, I react
(YO DJ! Please bring that beat back)
School can be cumbersome
Better off in another one
Studying social sciences and writing
While my buddies are so defiant and still fighting . . . everyone on the block is just
Compliant and self-abiding
They don't know why those cats are so high
On the corner drinking Coronas as their cars go by
I replay these images in my mind, pause and then hit rewind
(DJ! Rewind it just one more time)
My buddies are so defiant and still
fighting . . . everyone on the block is just
Compliant and self-abiding
They don't know why those cats are so high
On the corner drinking Coronas as their cars go by
I'll replay these images and convos over in my mind
Until I finish the bottle of diet soda I could find