Sum fk azz people told me, 'be more silent then loud' 'dont post up rappin, lest you movin the crowd' I raised a middle finger like, 'im black now how dat sound'
By Ramiah Spearman3 years ago in Poets
For years, i've spent dayz like a man on frontline tryin to act out this maze, not rememberin' lines a grape next to apes, bustin at the source n vine
Hello ladies, im slow motion, Mellow got you open like car do', Cadillac Pimpin cruisin to Mars yo Ho', stop gawkin at nickas from different galaxies
When this comes to flows, Ayo my wordplay iz steaky sleepin on the best of MCs, your vision's hazy fkd so much in the telly, the clerk's lazy
This the day i trade complacency with gifts n talents pick up my pen then try to git off paper witty n silent half yall nickas hard headed, everything means violence(shhh)
Sum 'dogs' iz wild killaz, im a silent assassin im not gon snuff you nicka when you fkd up crashin' dont rilly wanna fight or cook beef but i'll mash when
Im three times the nicka, three times three the 0's pray to God i could play Santa with three times the 'ho's'...nah three times a lady dat blow, git down fasho
Ayo i got an ill rhyme, i kick an ill flow, but who the fk knows or cares this dog bout loose nickas beware ima hold you down righteous black in lyrical form
Im a cool savage nicka, such a bastard nicka not so dirty, seven thirty or the plastered nicka just a nicka dat try to avoid a mash on nickas
Hypothetically speaking, my brain's leakin fk psychotropic drugs, i need Jane for the weekend hataz be tryin to creep in, thru corners of my mind
I hope everyone iz blessed, wake up from plenty rest git ya shit off my niggaz, no one needs dat stress light whateva n just pray to the Lord for betta dayz
Popped a thrilla, gotten illa, layin low in the Villa innocent child turnt killa? well im half way trilla streetz cold like i need a chinchilla, playaz i feel ya