Showing posts with label rhymin'. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rhymin'. Show all posts

Monday, April 12, 2010

And This is Fo'

Im just a chi guy,
Every hater thinks that i could fly,
I believe i can do so,
But i cant really put things in play
All i can ever do was just imaginin' and make things sway

Now, what do ya want as i aint got nothin on me
ya'll thinkin i be the only show stoppah! *Blah*
Makin ya stop glowin fo chicks,
i know ya want some pussy
but u aint sayin anythin
instead start fuckin and be all sissy
Like ya understand whats love all about

Got no cash got no life
but you wanna show peeps that you talk some some
Philosophy and now that makes ya smart ass?
still the same shit different day
But yet makin the same mistakes everyday

Drink,drunk and goes out the window fo drama
Ya think ya some kind of a shot who makes all the calls
but i think you're just a shit thats been makin false calls
Listen to the people round ya
missin out college
wastin the papers fo some black dog drinkin
Poppin clubs with loosers, makin ya a fuckin male hooker

i aint sure if u can read what im try'na say
or i should say understand a single language from my
god givin mouth
i fuckin diss it and makin a full use so ya can
start kissin my ass from it
wipe on ya face
this aint a mutual race
but a disgrace fo ya and im bout to be ya death shadow

Read more drink more
yet you still fuckin shit it out more
who care what you say
wearin that bling thats fuckin fake
no interest nor passion stop makin us hiphops down fo the payin
cause we aint gamin but shootin down the playa thats makin it looked bad
which why youre on my sights for my 9millie kill.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Im innocent

Aight, i just could sleep at the night, been loads in my mind and i just want them get it out but how...

Yo, i got a a lil some this which i called it a diss,
so occupy ya lips ya can give it a kiss
my ass,
never had the chance ya wanna see me
ya wanna be me...ya can come and see me
who the fuck!?
word son, this is some real shit
thats bout to get a hit
no ya aint imaginatin things that giv ya some split
in ya brains but ya just witnessed somethin that make me wanna spit
at ya
who the fuck are ya to tell me what to do
i just strated to rhyme like a fuckin beast
hopin ya be ma feast
i dont see ya fist what was that shit!
my dinners pressure and i enssure
everythin goes accordin to plan and imma only cure
yea....you reading this
i know ya waitin fo the subtitles
you dont have to wait no more
as these comes by like my lil recitle
and i still hold the fuckin title, makin me al vital
mohd ali's my idol..but i pray god so he be continue be the man of my idol
ya can tell ya friends that i started this scrap
but what do ya know...ya hair looks more like a crap.


i just wanna get it out man.just fuckin high on a blunt...i hope it aint offending ya...so..u take it...and u have it.