Zugga
This nukka …spit’s the flow like a river …
Na.. canoe no boat ..or kayak can get ya to him …
Niagara …
to you over in a bucket …. Mofuccas
Yall all’ll fall like metropolis bridges …cause I’m the bizznes
I mean really …I’ll peal ya waves like banana peelings
Take a Scoop of ya brains … fricassee and feed ‘em to you
Less filling …
That’s why they can’t hold a nose to me …
And half these mc‘s really owe they flo’s to me ….

****cinematic Strings crescendo****


aYo
he ran thru in slow motion ….
And I wasn’t about to wait … to see what gave chase …
Then the shots rang … ((plow)) ((bang))
Like a door bell at three in the morning …. Down the hallway
it can’t be my day …
Flash …my heart racing …telling my feet to keep moving …tell my arms to keep swinging … telling my brain… to find an exit … for this next shit …
Without getting hit ….for the next man …
Mistaking identity …making my wiz identify … behind door three and the white sheet …
Or they have me chalked out in the streets …. Fa all to see …
The tragic death ..of another fallen mc ….
With my picture on some white tee’s …. with reading R.I.P.
--never--
Down the alley … through the mud ….I think I stepped in shit …
Skid the wall … slipped in the grass … man these Tim’s is finished …
Found a pile of trash …figure I could blend in …. on my back like the homeless ….. With trash bags on me …
kept quite … I hear foot steps …
DAMN! These nukkas found my spot … I felt a tear drop…
Then I reach down in my crotch ...pulled cocked slowly
Now I’m ready to spark …
the shooter faceless … and I couldn’t see a damn thing … but the medallion on his chain gleamed ….and the red beams … surgically looking to end things … as hid behind the trash can … hoping I don’t cash in ….
then the blasting Began ……


*** fade to black ***

They pose … these dick ridas me owe blows …
Left me short … some superhead no hands …
Fuck it ….I’ma have to dry clean these pants …
The fuckas Lewsiky spitting on the fly shit …
Eye hit from across the street … like red beams …
Made ’em lean like the triple … when the white come …
After the flash from the hammer then the smoke rung …
Lead lingered in the air like inscents …
The steel stuck to his ribs like grits …instant
Quaker oats … Daryl Hall and John …
Fire from my lips is a phenomenon …
Then I fled the scene cause I was outta touch and outta time ….


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