15514, my style Posted by crow, Wed Mar-09-05 11:01 PM
I can remember my first rap CD It was triple platinum and reached for me I knew I had been missing Out on some real shit and I needed to listen It was rough and tough and straight thug I started smoking sensi but rap was more of a drug Blunt after blunt but it was rap after rap I needed to put my town on the map So God came down and gave me my mic And stuck the rhymes to these pussys like the tounge of a dyke I gave my town poetry with a beat Talked about the drugs on the street Listened to kweli and lil jon going skeet skeet skeet But here I am with a plan ready to deploy A intricate plot to destroy Anybody trying to tarnish this art I ain't afraid to hurt a bitch with no heart I can't claim to be great, or even good But I got everything everybody should A lil soul and a whole lot of intellect I don't care if you like me just have respect So I know these bitches aren't fucken with me If you are get on your kneese and start suckin homie Cuz your girl already did early this morning And your realtshionship is dead so start mourning I pass the mic to the right to (inset mc) whose rhymes are nothing but tight
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