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I’m Kinda NASTY Like Nas' When It Comes To Bars...
Or In Other Words FLOWS of... Rhyme Driven Prose... !!!
But NOT Like These Ho’s Who Take It Up Their ARSE... !!!
I’m WAY ABOVE That Class of NASTY Nah Nah NAHS... !!!
Learned the word humble long after the meaning was lost.
Just another product of tax payer exhaustion.
It hurts when referred to as perfect by the person that hurt you the most.
But ima keep it humble
Learned the word humble long after the meaning was lost.
Just another product of tax payer exhaustion.
It hurts when referred to as perfect by the person that hurt you the most.
But ima keep it humble
As you start to rise, success can come at a fatal price,the risk outweights the chance of a changing life,As each day passes its once step forward or stay behind.... I remind myself of the things i seen, with the cautious thoughts of that could ha
Biggie & Tu
two hustlers in the music scene
thug life & the means to swing
rap in the way it used to be
making sweet magic & history
gone are the days we used to wake up in a purple haze
Hold on, time is short I gotta flow,
Anxious, I extort as I watch it grow,
Watch out, it creeps like Pinnochio,
Held by strings I’m screamin', “Let me go!”,
Hold on, time is short I gotta flow,
Anxious, I extort as I watch it grow,
Watch out, it creeps like Pinnochio,
Held by strings I’m screamin', “Let me go!”,
I remember coming of age in a pivotal time, when young black boys was trying to make a penny off their rhymes. Young poets was tryna get paid, Beyonce had girls sipping lemonade. Days passed, days came, God got it pouring purple rain.
Never been the luckiest prisoner / no time off from off days / lost hair / inmates claiming they're all innocent / i am too / got lost on my way to school / they told me the wrong route / had me try on this suit / shit im scared / if the shoe fits
The things i wrote made the girl of my dreams love me
But the things i said made her doubt me
My whole life has been full of irony
And im sick of it So im forgoing an undertaking
The clothes we buy are ours,
The electronics we buy are ours,
The Food we buy is ours,
The life we bring into this world is ours and theirs.
The money is theirs
Look at my life
All the struggle and strife
I deal with on the daily
Haters are spineless
Like snakes, scaly
My words never fail me
King Liam, hail me
grew up like a peasant
Trancending reality
Get in my way
You'll be a fatality
I do it automagically
I say to all my haters
Go ahead, have at me
I make a joint pop like acne
What? That's ridiculous
I don't pretend to be a g
Bustin' slugs and sellin' drugs
I'm just tryna get a hug from a chill honey
But no one fucks with a homie
Who ain't gotta lotta money
I save my change in a jar
Don't just listen to the "MUSIC"Pay attention to the message.Its the ignorant that has kept the intelligent arrested.
"Im afraid I won't complete what I've started,
now my dreams are now nightmares
my faith has departed,
Time where I think, Thought where I lie, I just want a chance, A chance to make it out,They speak greatness, but I just want to be the greatest , Times where I lie, lie but the same, Me and your life is not the same, us as human beings, is kind o
Let’s pause.
Give it up for my boy Nas.
The wizard of Oz
From a fetus sucking
His mama’s tatas,
To stealing cars
And breaking laws without cause.
Call me the mamba.
He was 18 livin' the American dream
Two sons, one daughter, but no family
One enlisted in the army as a way to stay clean
Another fisted for fetal revolution with a gangsta lean
he rolled up, asked me what you doin' son
the third wednesday yeea it was a brisk one
the leaves scattered everywhere
an all he did was stare
put me on a pedestal and let my world judge me
cause where I live is race-less society
you say i'm trippin' but you fallin' for the bullshit
Hip Hop Hip Hop, It all started from the Bronx
Biggie Smalls and Tupac helped make the hip hop
With the slick rhymes and big beats to the, Poetry and Beat box
Hip Hop Hip Hop, Rappers today think that hip hop
Learned words like dope, hard, real, and some mo'. Heard from cats like Malcom, Martin, eras of passion, pain, and coke. Hip Hop taught me too never give up, hold your head steady.
By Bea
As far as lyrical growth is apparent, he’ll be good.
He’s been missed like periods in planned parenthood
and I know his ass needs a waiting room.
It takes time to come to this epiphany
And then one night in the club the jam was the plan was the deal I keep it real with other male MC’s don’t fear.
