5. "A really slept on verse by P:" In response to In response to 0
Yo, I rose early morning, spread my wings yawning Vague memory of last night now it's all dawning Look down and see dry blood all on my garment It stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous I hopped up, outta my bed holding my head Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head I can recall an eight man brawl three men fall Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill An eye for an eye you know my science of life Is you man or mice, thugs or the cowardly type? I kick that '98 shit for your ears to list N%^&a P way ahead of his time, surpassed kids (Fuck you kids be doin' yo?) Kicking rhymes that's true lies Let me break 'em down to size minimize they air time After this you never will go back to that which Sit back and write half ass shit The last official taking out the artificial Let me relieve you replace that shit with some lethal Mobb, remember the name it's been along That n*#$a's shook to death from the first fucking song Fluidly my mind flooded with jewels infinite The kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live shit Bear witness to this diligent street cat I carry myself hold myself down in fact This one dedicated to my n*#$as on run Holding big gats go for your gun Prepare to crush them we trust none Man who ain't down with the clan The Mobb dynasty apparently you thought I was some other type Nigga you could fuck with you shit outta luck Boss I break your compass throw you way off course We building from ground up starting from ground zero Mafia on da see the name upon the mural Durable physically fit raps articulate You get your whole skeleton cracked something ridiculous Still fascinated by my stee Little P wanna be me, huh you no D