"Verbal Intercourse pt. 1" Thu Oct-12-06 04:09 AM by empro
With one memory Head against the wall ... in comes an epiphany Which led to me composing the sweetest symphony Only momentarily do I escape threats, regrets, and sympathy My mind is all lights, cameras,ACTION..... Glitter and gold I unfold the scroll and proceed to write then recite the story it told This was the hottest summer, but each passing day my body turned cold In the Wild Wild West where thugs rolled chronic and stress Often protected their chest with Teflon vests And they ain't giving a fuck what you hold... That's why I keep my heat off safety Out on the cold streets I compose beats tapping rhythms with my feet Praying I come home safely Not claiming to be the hardest And I never run when confronted...I'm no escape artist But verbally I move stacks and packs of whites & blacks like piano keys So come a little closer to the toaster and take down your "cool" It's the same old shit, but each day breads a new fool You can't learn street smarts from any scroll no matter the area The City will bleed cuz it's not gettin what it needs and it's causing mass hysteria And it's goin out everywhere, beware, My flows up in the air like malaria Fire off rapidly it had to be The massacre that occurred when gritty green eyes blurred Words became slurred and the Devil's angels were heard Yall ain't even read shit yet Part 2. is certified when I personified to get you wet
4. "RE: Verbal Intercourse pt. 1" In response to Reply # 3
Yo,Yo,verbal intercourse, yet i show no remorse, stay on course, then extract the killa mc force, and them air forces, ones when i run, spitting picture making, jack the rippa shit, dream chasing, keep the hype talk minimal, and brain teasing, my rhymes are cyincal, keep you pleeding while im pacing. Empro keep the b.a.r, spraying shells, that elevate you well, or be scarred, star struck fools, visualising the realism of north london schools, use your loaf and stay astray, from this savage coz i pack more heat, more heat then melting shells cooking out on your street.
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