god willing, do you have a comment
dogma filling, went in sayin' ah fuckin bomb-it
saw him pull the trigger, dug into his chest
gimme play by play, does he know the rest
number 12 in the corner, not with a jumper
had a pipe and a shank his move be the slumper
grimey times like eighty-five,
AIDS n crack were thrive,
God was not alive, shit just didnt jive
call it what you will, fallin to the sill
window to the glass, bat connected with his pass
naw scratch it, 'twas the bridge,
that shit up in his mouth, right up wit tha whites
or was it wretched yellows, rotting in the nights?
dont gotta be a slave to be a slave
aint that the truth bruh?
rule number one, wince when the whip hits,
quick, as he blinks knock his noggin with a bat til its bone bits.
wait, switch it up, where the fuck is clinton?
fuckkk i was dreamin', we in bush still, they did the classic presi-switchin'
no rights, burn the fuckin paper, stress positions
classic word-smiths lingo for torture and the grossest since the jew killin' kitchens
what the fuck happened to god fearing christians?
this ain't peace, this is war wit a bible,
god hates fags, god hates dark skinned people... shit is like villanous disciples
whitey spikes a swastika rockin it like change in his pockets braw
let's get him in his lockin' jaw just like...
naw, let's switch it up, bring it to the heart
people got a soul, not to late to start
bring it with the L, not talkin the loss
I'm talkin the love with the up above boss
let's groove, to the swell king geedorah
mr Doom got me all fuckin sweet-on-ya
got a date on a hole in the wall, rock a hand hold a hug and a fade with the suede
life got a smile and a sunset, just a love make away from a life jones,
call it what you will but ima love til im in the dirt with nuttin but wood n bones
like...read into the truth, you'll find the honesty begs, questions and bemoans
speaking of the questions, when will i find you, who are you going as
love got many names; you got your fam, your bam, and your hot-god-damn
will i find you or will you chase me down like the uni's
will you rock the rosary, the cross or the kufi's?
gimme some perspective lord, bring it in and lose me
make me find you in the corner of a black n white movie.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
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2 comments:
New material! Great. Are these your rhymes?
yes moose, they're mine
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