Im Perfect
im catacylsmic, its know like a global epidemic, collision with the family, dropped into a state of depression, supression of your screams, will make me sleep better as my dreams roll threw, going down in history, being remebered as a mystery, inevitable its a fact, killer is the cause, irrational the effect, not a few, but billions becoming bewildered at what was just heard, High till i die, how you gonna ask why, spreading like a pandemic, im the draft up under your door, your house goes aburst, the knobs to hot to touch…smoke constricts your airwayz...looks like the end of your days…vision become a haze…
its me nigga pimp tight, fuck a fight,thats right,smoke all night, thats right, before you start hatin im a start bakin, and laugh at your silly ass, more than one head, out comes the brass, think fast, outta gas, neverlast, never had a blast, harrasin you for another hit, tell you to sit down and hit some other shit, fein threw a fit, lit up a smoke, drivin me loco, the buzz was so so, catch me on the coast tho, gots blow, you know, 4 sho, ima hard like a brick, i lay bricks all day, im the brickmaker i lay the foundatin, they doin the interior, your inferior, im superior, not talkin about a nazi, i always win, i got yahtzee, the highest score, you ready for more, bodys sore from the powder, i always get loud, im proud, about what ive accomplished… you didn’t just get dissed you got dropped to the bottom of the ocean, where all them other feins at
im from the land of the killaz, where blood be everywhere.
findin bullets everywhere. floatin bodies on the delaware.
i be on whoever block talkin bout whoever block, givin niggaz
50 shots. cause God i aint neva scared. put me in ya crew now,
find me in the P town. pistolvania niggaz snatchin people up
like rebounds. used to be O.M.A.R but earned the job of TheDon now.
came up in the ranks beatin niggaz wit the shank. my money
so tall niggaz thought i robbed the bank. need a crew to have my
back im ever in a fight, even if we lose our life.
Heres a little recent one, only short, Ive stepped my game up alot, now its all about usin parts of the rhymin word in words of the actual sentence if you get wot i mean. Any one readin this proper takin advice can suck my dick you fuckin cheatin bastards.
Disscusions a risk, when your quids in, sadisticly Im dishin dinner tickets in my green to the kids, like a parasite trifelin in lives, bleedin cash like a suicidle scheme gone right, leakin from wrists. Like reconasience missions I know your wishes`n positions, your addiction to perscriptions, pills hidden in your kitchen. Im a hindrence to your lyracism inhabitions, an edition to the limited arisen class, past you wiv all your withered rhythems.
im rappin 2 tryout for de c.h.k//if u dont like dis rap den u must be gay//if u see me on de street u shud be hiden//coz ur numba 1 on my hitlist like americas is binladen//coz if u see me i have at least 3 guns//if u hear de sound of it loadin dats means run//i aint no gangsta n i aint no pimp but ive always gotta stunt//if u wanna start some beef nigga u dont have to front//coz i'll find u anyways like i always do u lil cunt//im not good at aimin but i'll hit ya in de right place//lil red dots everywhere like freckles on ya face//i shud be apart of cold hearted killas//coz id be layin niggas out like der goin to sleep on der pillars//
First of all to be in the C.H.K. you gotta spit sick
unlike these last dudes who just suck dick now my
premonition of what they game is missing is the heart
of a lion and the hollow tips that glisten point that mothefucking
holy hand grenade tucking pistol packing in this bitch im a dirty
muthafucker i swing on any nigga who try and act hard catch
a murder charge for jumping 20 niggas in brooklyn park
owe me a hundred grand and i still got my money in large
but back to the basics yall better face it im the sickest dude to spit
since bird flu hit the streets in 96' coughing cuz you outta breath
i stole ya soul nigga i rippped that shit right outta ya fucking chest
yall can holla back at ya boy when ya fucking ready ain't got nothing to do
but make niggas buck from the chromed out .40 cal thats so fucking heavy
lemmee just day i spit slick
i spit quick
dat slick shit
got ur bitch ridin my dick its
saturday ate u for our picknic
bitch-es
dont want shit wit
ss,u just a nitwit,
CHK
a ok
ill be down but if not imma bring dat beef around.
haha
-*69
Cypher started: August 14th 2006 at 21:52
Who you tellin Posted on: 2006-08-30 14:51:19
start it fresh n ill spit....or just look at ma cycher wid weazle Posted on: 2006-09-07 10:29:58