The Flyest on Papyrus

by Terrence Wood

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Intro 00:08
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A La Carte 04:23
Verse 1: The game changed and alot earn less here so money talk, very few turn a deaf ear my music compared to hearing human flesh tear I had some good months, yet to have my best years this hip hop is far from abstract from the bottom of the barrel I climbed up a crabs back and for this cheese I experiment like a lab rat in the stu making hits for these haters to go get mad at see Side a bad cat and what I spit’ll pin your ears back complete undivided attention If you need more time Side will provide an extension cause this dope I prescribe might require an intervention calling, friends and family, I don’t do this for the Benz or the Grammy my pens handy it help me cleanse my sanity kicks are steele-toe, snares smack open-handedly damn I see I’ma be here lil longer then I planned to be Hook: I’m tryna capture these moments on tape for these like-minded cats who might have the similar taste bul so hungry a brotha ain't even ate spit food for thought I got a lot on my plate they got the same flow can’t tell they style apart pay as you go, this is A la carte meal presentation look like modern art you wanna cook up a classic here's your time to start Verse 2: And they desire to emulate me is valid light aperitif to stimulate the palate forks over knives, I try to stick to salad eating rappers alive they Walking Dead talking violent this sick stylist can’t compose no love ballad pimpin', binders full of women sign the ballot politicin', vintage, fly and appealing no limits, they try to turn my sky to a ceiling but this is textured, interwoven with a feeling where blind people touch It vivid colors start revealing give it a second, ear nose throat infection if you quote it, I admit I ghost wrote my whole record my sessions like a paranormal activity act civilly, nah this rap should be in captivity psych unit I ain't talking gen-pop write music that'll probably get me in the ten top Hook: I’m tryna capture all these moments on tape for these like-minded cats who might have the similar taste bul so hungry a brotha ain't even ate spit food for thought I got a lot on my plate they got the same flow can’t tell they style apart pay as you go, this is A la carte meal presentation look like modern art you wanna cook up a classic here's your time to start You messing with the best the rest ain't as nice I be talking to myself getting expert advice and in the lab I be sequestered for the night then I emerge with these words they like a textbook for life but dumb rappers can’t hear my significance if you think education expensive, try ignorance it cost more than some blood sweat and tears if you don’t build your dream they’ll hire you to build theirs you need to fix that broken elevator pitch I prefer to take the stairs where I prepared and made a niche overnight success, nah 1986 I was young and enamored thought I’d be crazy rich just a shorty drinking 40 beers on the corner now my favorite rappers is 40 years and older nice with the rhymes I been told that before see I don’t rap double time yet and still I say more Hook: I’m tryna capture all these moments on tape for these like-minded cats who might have the similar taste bul so hungry a brotha ain't even ate spit food for thought I got a lot on my plate they got the same flow can’t tell they style apart pay as you go, this is A la carte meal presentation look like modern art you wanna cook up a classic here's your time to start Copyright: Whitmore Skillz Music (2013)
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verse 1: They say they love and respect me cause they see a dude growth tryna come up off me you’ll gain neither and lose both my styles foul, I separate 'Bobs and Wows' best of the best, worst of the worst, but when I'm blessing a verse I go the distance choose the path of least resistance dude said, 'we open 'tween Easter and Christmas?' I laughed, I ain't prayed in a month of Sundays too busy movin' 'round, sit down, adjust the mental Feng Shui I'm reinvented, reinvigorated, refined you following your dreams? why you try and discourage mine don’t listen to these fools, they just your boys for the season ain't got no damn sense, but tryna be the voice of reason these rappers is a non motherfuckin' factor hip hop chock full a bunch a gut busting laughter hear ya style, what I think of it? Weird Al Yankovic they here now, then gone in a blink of it Hook: I live the music I’m ain't making music for a living That’s the difference 'tween me, and what you hear them spittin' how you want the product? physical or digital? understand me fully, Side a bully, Cyber Bully I live the music I’m ain't making music for a living That’s the difference 'tween me, and what they hear you them spittin' how you want the product? physical or digital? understand me fully, Side a bully, Cyber Bully Verse 2: Side Effect the best at saying more with less I make a great host, yes, but a horrible guest I overstay my welcome 'specially if she thick and she can work it white bul called her fat, black bul called her perfect difference of opinion, eye of the beholder 'specially if you get’em high while you supplying the Corona homie tryna holla, hook’em with the game said she single as a dollar, ain't looking for change flossin' like he bossin' like he the one who signing checks ain't tryna spend the rest his life having condom sex tryna settle down and find a fine finger he can put the metal 'round put her on a pedestal and never let her down but they don’t buy the music why record it only time you see a dime is when they come see you perform it do that give enough initiative? I wish it did It’s either this or stick up kids up in ya crib, so you can take ya pick Hook: I live the music I’m ain't making music for a living That’s the difference 'tween me, and what you hear them spittin' how you want the product? physical or digital? understand me fully, Side a bully, Cyber Bully I live the music I’m ain't making music for a living That’s the difference 'tween me, and what they hear you them spittin' how you want the product? physical or digital? understand me fully, Side a bully, Cyber Bully Verse 3: yo you wanna separate the fake guys in your group tell’em lies, they keep those? ok then tell’em the truth test their loyalty a trait that few possess no morals or scruples, just pupils to the game you gotta test and wonder why your dreads looking like Stevie Wonder's cause you blind, they lying, saying you look fine, throwing you under the bus, they suppose to be the dudes that you can trust 'specially when you out of town up in a club deep in the cut supposed to have your back, they in the truck deep in a butt you getting attacked, and they busy skeetin' a nut is they your peeps or what? nah, then what you pay’em for? is they your team? or this a get rich scheme? Bernie Madoff flow they don’t know why you had’em in the business they presence adds no value, so their absence makes no difference might meet some resistance, but it’s meant to be telle’em you my enemy, nigga eat shit, Human Centipede Hook: I live the music I’m ain't making music for a living That’s the difference 'tween me, and what you hear them spittin' how you want the product? physical or digital? understand me fully, Side a bully, Cyber Bully I live the music I’m ain't making music for a living That’s the difference 'tween me, and what they hear you them spittin' how you want the product? physical or digital? understand me fully, Side a bully, Cyber Bully Copyright: Whitmore Skillz Music (2013)
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Hook: I’m a throwback to real mc’s a rare species parents talk about me, but they kids ain't never see me A time before crack, yeah I rhymed before that connoisseur of fine rap I never signed no contract what they doing nowadays? I ain’t gotta do that my position is solidified, yo who that spittin'? Side? yeah it is, urban legend with the words I’m spreadin' heard’em reppin' killin' it da microphone’s my murder weapon Verse 1: The real Side Effect that’s who Terrence Wood is only video they got of me is old shaky footage some bad lighting, UFO type sighting couple rare records that collectors find so exciting like a rare Verve, I pair words that air herbs the fuck out that's my routine along my daily route I moved to the south, brought my Philly style with me soaked up they game, spit it back at’em quickly memorize it kids like it and they quote it recite it? shit I can’t even tell you when I wrote I spit it I forget it a present wrap it and I gift it gifted with the rapping, flow is too futuristic take the new school and twist it with the old school and bridge it rare and exquisite, let's compare specifics there's more to this than just being a lucky bastard why producers waist them hot beats on them sucky rappers? Hook: I’m a throwback to real mc’s a rare species parents talk about me, but they kids ain't never see me A time before crack, yeah I rhymed before that connoisseur of fine rap I never signed no contract what they doing nowadays? I ain’t gotta do that my position is solidified, yo who that spittin'? Side? yeah it is, urban legend with the words I’m spreadin' heard’em reppin' killin' it da microphone’s my murder weapon Verse 2: I’m a industry standard, in the street standing they dig it, I’m indignant, ignorant and well mannered tell Terrence, the voice of the customer choice hustler, buy low, sell high y'all buy dro, sell it high smoking up they own supply knowledge me, zero tolerance my policy low volume, high mix we do quality over quantity we on time, independent autonomy all kinda heat be flowin' through my supply chain from the start they benchmark my marketing campaign got da wildest shit, doing SWOT analysis tryna find my weakness, my product uniqueness business never personal, I’ma need a profit and friends are only good as the money in your pocket buddy yes, when Puffy was working for Doug E. Fresh Side flow the ugliest, leave this bitch a bloody mess Hook: I’m a throwback to real mc’s a rare species parents talk about me, but they kids ain't never see me A time before crack, yeah I rhymed before that connoisseur of fine rap I never signed no contract what they doing nowadays? I ain’t gotta do that my position is solidified, yo who that spittin'? Side? yeah it is, urban legend with the words I’m spreadin' heard’em reppin' killin' it da microphone’s my murder weapon Verse 3: Back with this accurate Boom Bapulance Auto-tune, automatic tune out the wackest shit selective hearing, these new rappers suck but these is your kids, somewhere down the line you fucked up shoulda raised them better, maybe you shoulda beat’em they writin' rhymes dissin' rappers thinking they won't meet’em.........
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Fake Friends 04:30
Intro: I look a man in his eye, give’em a firm shake and from that alone see I can tell the real from the fake I look a man in his eye, give’em a firm shake and from that alone see I can tell the real from the fake Verse 1: They say the eyes are the window to the soul I can see through right through your heart, I start to pick you apart I tell you man, I should nickname these cats cellophane from the second I shake they hand, I feel no love it ain't the same four finger ring, just like Radio Raheem, love or hate? this man don’t respect me, I can tell that from his shake it ain't a thing, it don’t hardly irk me no need to slap yo ass like Rick James did Charlie Murphy I just keep it moving, cause ain't no time for hatin' they say rejection is the fuel for the engine of motivation mines a V-12 big block, buying out your little shares with my big stock this is deeper than some hip hop Hook: Cause you's a fake friend, yeah snakes in the grass you think it's all love? no they really hate your ass and they smile in your face and talk about you while you're walking out and back stab you like them O'Jays was talkin' bout fake friends, yeah snakes in the grass you think it's all love? no they really hate your ass and they smile in your face and talk about you while you're walking out and back stab you like them O'Jays was talkin' bout Verse 2: ayo some these rap cats they be hatin' the same fly first class with them, they just snakes on a plane do dirt they squeal on you like the brakes on a train or like a pig, talkin' greasy man they fake it's a shame quick to bite your back out with that lying ass perjury it's time to trim the fat gastric bypass surgery drop the dead weight and leave you out there in the cold fog man's best friend, I put you down like a old dog homie, I use that term loosely but in my case I'm choosy with who I call a friend like this was Myspace you off the buddy list, you dirty with the cruddiness throw you in the flames it's a shame it had to come to this I don't care, it's beyond repair, you're in the red with it extend this olive branch then hit you in the head with it used to be cool, now it's rare we speaking gotta tell you again cause some things bear repeating Hook: Cause you's a fake friend, yeah snakes in the grass you think it's all love? no they really hate your ass and they smile in your face and talk about you while you're walking out and back stab you like them O'Jays was talkin' bout fake friends, yeah snakes in the grass you think it's all love? no they really hate your ass and they smile in your face and talk about you while you're walking out and back stab you like them O'Jays was talkin' bout Verse 3: Make peace fuck peace I don't need no intervener come hell or high water like Hurricane Katrina be the day that I patch up this levy this beef is heavy let lying dogs lay is what they say but I ain't ready cause it's petty over fetty fake friends is trife cost a hundred dollars just for you to stay out my life that's how much you borrowed and vanished managed to take advantage what your plan is? I don't understand this like you speaking Spanish it's ill, I was warned by Ecstasy and Jalil watched friends disappear like Whodini for real I never lie on my clique, I'd rather lie in some shit I'd rather stick a Q-tip up in the eye of my dick before I'm labeled as unfaithful and unable to be trusted now this friendship isn't stable like a table that's all rusted no need to discuss it, all the talk is getting played out like last year's gear fake friends is getting phased out Hook: Cause you's a fake friend, yeah snakes in the grass you think it's all love? no they really hate your ass and they smile in your face and talk about you while you're walking out and back stab you like them O'Jays was talkin' bout fake friends, yeah snakes in the grass you think it's all love? no they really hate your ass and they smile in your face and talk about you while you're walking out and back stab you like them O'Jays was talkin' bout
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Verse 1: There was a time where I used to care who spit the illest freestyle all I care about now, seeing my kids smile the only constant is change is very true cause the things that used to resonate with me no longer do circle of trust tightened up it don’t include you everybody that came can’t go there’s no room spaces is limited see faces with grimaces hate and bitterness so mad they can’t formulate sentences my flow nasty like porno tape businesses it took me over tough times and gone through great distances known spitter, can’t wait on no beginner gray hairs growing thicker as my patience grow thinner no time for bullshit, zero tolerance policy oh that’s how it is?, nah kid that’s how it gotta be this check and balance is in place for a reason affords me to take warm vacations in cold seasons Verse 2: This underground rap money ain’t feeding these babies it might supplement, make a dent, cover the rent it’s uneven how they chopped the pie ain’t got to lie, you making pennies off of Spotify that business model got to die touring is boring when you spend more money tryna get there than you actually make performing I’ma license my music to a movie that’s foreign so it generates this money while I’m snoring nah I ain’t lazy, but if the choice is going to hear you rhyme or chilling with my son, he gonna win every time nothing personal, family first you know no lies, tryna stay still and stack the fromage so when them rainy days come I ain’t gotta stay inside and go hide I can dance in the puddle, hop the tram and the shuttle from the city where it feel like I’m crammed in a huddle my rhymes is the play book we going this way look Verse 3: They feel it when it’s honest and relatable timeless never dateable, easy listening almost conversational unmistakable, small breaks I had to take a few then I’m back at it relapsing like I’m an addict I still pen and pad it while y'all add it to ya tablet elaborate, hand crafted these graphics to ya fabric this life, you think you can or you can’t, then you’re right you will it into existence, I spill it into a sentence you happy bout your accomplishments I feel ya boy please don’t compare us it’ll steal ya joy I’m the real Mccoy, I don’t discuss my sales I just get up in the wind I adjust my sails and follow my moral compass and exhibit this art you can’t see it or touch it gotta feel it in ya heart experience this lyrical visionary it’s written in calligraphy on the most official stationary
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Verse 1: Terrence Wood When that moving truck pull up and that door fly open like a scene outta movie happening in slow motion my entrance is overdramatic full of emotion Improv I’m doing stand up but no joking whole different genre of rhymer, black mamba sacrifice rappers, fans chanting my mantra cult following, any advice you can offer? told’em keep spittin' stick to a rigid dogma let me unload my belongings and get comfortable learn my way around here, this might take a month or two want me to leave? They said I can’t say we want you to city slicka made friends with a buncha country dudes whoever making moves down here get’em they getting money tell’em I'm tryna get money wit’em southern hospitality, favor for a favor Philly bul in da south holla at ya new neighbor Hook: My philly homie said dog what you tryna do? moving from the 215 to the 512 my Austin homie said, ain't too many live like you who move from the 215 to the 512 you getting money down there? I told’em I plan to moved from the 215 to the 512 It’s the same thing reversed, you know how I do, yeah, the 215, the 512 Verse 2: MIrage the Gr8 Ayo these cats ain't concerned but they soon gonna learn 512 is in this thing and we grinding for our turn you think it's all South By, ACL, UT games 'til you understand the cartels, drug gangs you coming here to chill, you can do that all day but coming here to trip it's wild west, gun play we keep it weird, but we keep it quite real too on stage get boo'd if the people don't feel you I know you seen what happened to R. Kelly and I know they do the same shit in Philly I'm down with the 215, nuff respect fucks with bonafide blog and my man Side Effect I'm ATX to the bone 2-3 certified from the ville to the onion we ride we tryna live not just survive 512 to the 215 let's go Hook: My philly homie said dog what you tryna do? moving from the 215 to the 512 my Austin homie said, ain't too many live like you who move from the 215 to the 512 you getting money down there? I told’em I plan to moved from the 215 to the 512 It’s the same thing reversed, you know how I do, yeah, the 215, the 512 Verse 3" Terrence Wood My Philly homie said dog what you tryna do? linked up wit the bul Mirage512 you combine us we them Undergrindaz and you can find us in ya city killin it I promise ain't no publicist bubblin' this tryna sign us straight hustle from the muscle how God designed this ride wit it, Side spit it, ain't no pause or commas awesome rhymers from Austin Texas ain't hard to find us flawless diamonds, call ya mamas who can holla at this rap Chupacabra I heard cats bump this track in a deuce Impala chuck da deuce, you want the heat? I produce da lava east coast to 3rd coast words roast ya mind up don’t mean to confuse you but I’m from a scene where dreams don’t work unless you do you can’t do that, time for ya exit interview Premier from here, back then I knew Texas been the truth
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Verse 1: You one them dudes, dick got da best of ya no self control, pussy be da death of ya got a good woman at the rest who never stressing ya die for ya, literally she take her last breath for ya that’s all good, but it’s still ain't good enough living in the past thinking bout girls you coulda fucked before he met his wife, his life was ridiculous he was hanging with his niggas, menage a trois with strippers since he was raised by his mother and his sisters found a girl like mama & he made her his Mrs. two years later he started getting the itches not venereal but clearly from the sight of other bitches at work they hired this little admin assistant bad as shit, even placed her in the man’s division Yella girl, his weakness either them or Puerto Ricans young jawn, turned on by his status and position a jerk face, inappropriate in the work place sexually harassing chicks, perpetually an ass and shit that was his rep there, but shorty too young to care fast forward to the telly, now she in her underwear homie was drinking, ain't know they’d go this far horny not thinking, put the room on his credit card try to forget it, of course he ain't gonna say shit month later saw his wife looking at the bank statement oh shit Hook: You keep looking for mess, your gonna find it obviously yo ass need to be reminded sunglasses for these dumb asses why kid? It’s like this, the pussy got you blinded I know you said you don’t need her, but you gone learn the hard way it’s cheaper to keep her I know you said you don’t need her but you gone learn the hard way dog it’s cheaper to keep her believe her Verse 2: Old school playa please step up ya game this ain’t the 90’s dog man shit ain’t the same you creeping' tween the sheets, you gotta be more discreet in the streets like Lawrence, make sure ya Covers Deep these phones is smarter than you is just admit it ya business getting Twitted before you even did it you ain’t even do it, just guilty by association in the vicinity, filthy no negotiation got dirt on you, can’t get it off shorty was flirtin' with you now you trickin' off thinkin' to yourself damn this chick is soft had the wedding band on man and quickly slipped it off tryna be slick n shit can be very ill took Ridge hit the bridge across to Cherry Hill thinking nobody’ll see us over here 'till some dumb youngbul crashed into you from the rear air bags deployed, nose all busted blood on ya clothes, ya hoes all cussin' tryna smooth it over tryna settle outta court cop showed up too fast filling out the report calling ambulances, just doing his duty all this just cause you tryna get some new booty tryin to avoid calling your wife at 12:30 first thing out her mouth, what the fuck you doing in Jersey? Hook: You keep looking for mess, your gonna find it obviously yo ass need to be reminded sunglasses for these dumb asses why kid? It’s like this, the pussy got you blinded I know you said you don’t need her, but you gone learn the hard way it’s cheaper to keep her I know you said you don’t need her but you gone learn the hard way dog it’s cheaper to keep her believe her Copyright: Whitmore Skillz Music (2012)
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Doin It 03:54
Hook: Yo I’m doin it, everyday I’m doin it do it with a passion you can tell I ain't new to it got your attention, people looking like who this kid? now I’ma turn it up a bit I hope you cool wit it cause everyday I’m doin it, everyday I’m doin it do it with a passion you can tell I ain't new to it is you talkin bout it homeboy or you pursuing it? getcha mind right the time right to start doin it Verse 1: I seen my homie made bail he said his worst day on the street is still better than his best day in jail and that’s deep for those who still in the field claim they got drive but they asleep at the wheel and that machine behind you ain't gone steer itself if you’s a lost artist still tryna find yourself you'd change your mind if you saw what they do in this rap game you probably rather fight dogs for food that’s if you hungry, meal is cold and lumpy my audience was grown and sexy, now they old and grumpy here hold this money it’ll burn up in my hand knowing damn well if you take it then you’ll turn up in the sand and I ain't talkin at the beach neither each heater work the city like a city worker I’ma street sweeper where I’m from the DJ’s dig in the crates hard and where you from the DJ’s just hit the space bar Hook: Yo I’m doin it, everyday I’m doin it do it with a passion you can tell I ain't new to it got your attention, people looking like who this kid? now I’ma turn it up a bit I hope you cool wit it cause everyday I’m doin it, everyday I’m doin it do it with a passion you can tell I ain't new to it is you talkin bout it homeboy or you pursuing it? getcha mind right the time right to start doin it Verse 2: And now that I’m doin it recognize a dude spittin' proper watching my moves like a mystery shopper they ask what is he doing lyrically that’s such a shocker I don’t know it’s hard to say he's just inexplicably hotter my style is so simple yet profound put a dimple in ya smile flipped it 'round from a frown underground be my sound, I get it from the block walk wit me I’ll Improve ya flow like diabetic socks ya girl busy bragging he a dreamboat till I stepped in the ring like Ricky 'The Dragon' Steamboat boomin' out your speaker I’m the keynote go 'head and diss you’ll get piss on ya pea coat put on a instrumental of ya beat is like putting a sharp object in a mental patients reach microphone I’m grabbing, stabbing, something gone happen involving a ambulance and the back of a paddy wagon Hook: Yo I’m doin it, everyday I’m doin it do it with a passion you can tell I ain't new to it got your attention, people looking like who this kid? now I’ma turn it up a bit I hope you cool wit it cause everyday I’m doin it, everyday I’m doin it do it with a passion you can tell I ain't new to it is you talkin bout it homeboy or you pursuing it? getcha mind right the time right to start doin it Verse 3: I admire those who take time to smell the roses appreciate the small things folks don’t even notice take life in small doses and live in the moments and stay focused they profess it, they say it, they own it unlike us see we just got paid today and already thinking bout a check that’s 2 weeks away I always wished I could be rappin' for employment too busy stressing over life to actually enjoy it they say they love ya music but you never hear’em quote you they always online, but you never see’em promote you it’s the art of it, they only support it when they a part of it can’t afford my verses and it’s kinda hard to barter it my prices are moderate, well within your budget satisfaction guaranteed, I tell you they gone love it when they hear it they gone buy it the rest will burn it and dub it my stock still private imagine when I go public it’s on Hook: Yo I’m doin it, everyday I’m doin it do it with a passion you can tell I ain't new to it got your attention, people looking like who this kid? now I’ma turn it up a bit I hope you cool wit it cause everyday I’m doin it, everyday I’m doin it do it with a passion you can tell I ain't new to it is you talkin bout it homeboy or you pursuing it? getcha mind right the time right to start doin it Whitmore Skillz Music Copyright (2011).
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Never Around 03:02
Verse 1: While we was feeding off the energy, painting pictures with imagery I ain’t seen your ass nowhere near the vicinity you was M.I.A and I ain't talking bout Miami then show up when we blow up talking bout how we family them funny style dudes make me laugh they street credit is so bad won't nobody take their cash cause even that’s questionable sort of like your rep is you tryna eat breakfast with the bosses get applauded for your efforts but that ain’t gone cut it, tryna get your bread buttered get your head-butted instead, punted and stomach gutted and that’s for those who want it, know this game came with something they praying to Gods and hoping for angel funding but ain't gone get it here, cause if I put it down in years of how long I been doing it, I'd probably break down in tears emotional attachment, this rap shit is part of me, it's calling me ain’t nobody eating off my artistry for real Verse 2: Now everybody straight popping out the woodwork they hating on the way that the bul Terrence Wood work hourly or salary? exempt or non-exempt? you part-time or full-time? you permanent or temp? a sermon from a pimp is what I think of when you're speaking yearning for attench, you claim you're helping but you're leeching I’m Jay-Z’n you're too busy Memphis Bleek'n Spliff Starr'n, tryna pull up in a whip that's foreign me and my akhi’s looking like the Paid in Full Posse school you was too cocky, a lil too Tupac-y you and your crew a dudes was never cool, too sloppy now your girl is up in the pool getting bukkake’d MPC wit a 3.5 floppy, I was looping up a beat while you was hooping in the street and talking like you're Jordan and our dreams was unimportant now it hurts cause you da bul selling merch when we touring straight snoring, sleeping on us Verse 3: And now you wanna boast, raise your glasses make a toast when I needed you the most you was ghost nowhere to be found, outta sight outta mind kinda, clueless how that I could even find ya but then when I did, I realize I ain't want ya the thrill is over, feeling almost dead and killing over sending drunk texts, then regret it when you're sober but now I’m down in Texas ain't no way you coming over I ain’t a hop skip like I used to be use to hear your screams bouncing off the walls acoustically but truthfully, sorry for the spoiler alert don’t mean to ruin this plot before it thickens I was always hot and sickening tried to tell you then, but you wasn’t 'round listening you was fooling yourself, self-cannibal, full of yourself try to teach me a lesson but end up schooling yourself you gone learn today, that’s what I heard’em say muphukas wasn't 'round yo Copyright: Whitmore Skillz Music (2012)
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I Been Down 03:40
Verse 1: See I’m a animal, hear me, yearly or semi-annual I’m working God’s plan for you came to earth with a manual destined for success nothing less is understandable comprehendable check my catalog it’s quite commendable homie gave a listen said my spittin' is thurl I ain't bullshittin' dissin' you like hitting a girl ain’t fair how I do’em whether in the booth or on the stage it’s so gruesome but they still can't look away there's heavy ammo blood all on the handle hiding in a wall of mud like John Rambo all you see my eyes then all of a sudden ya body drop shot probably not, just got two pieced and Molly Whopped homie told me Side, dog ain't too many ill as you he love hip hop but too much bullshit to filter through I feel your pain trust me, this shit is in my vein blood in blood out I’m staying loyal to my gang Hook: I been down yeah yeah yeah never scared I got no fear yeah yeah yall musta thought I’s gonna disappear yeah yeah I told’em I ain’t going nowhere Yeah yeah you turn around I’m right there Verse 2: I been down since the beginning Adidas and Lee denim fatigues and wheat Timberlands mc’s I leave trembling you should heed my sleeve emblem it reads that I bleed venom poisonous with the voice and this flow will fa-show end’em they say how you stay so calm when the rest wildin' & cussin' I pray about everything, I worry about nothing I’m Three Times Dope up on your Hilltop Hustling if shorty smile believe I’m gone be Crushin & Bussin that shit they discussing don’t impress me cause I been through it I know it's gonna take more than 16 for me to get into it I hardly scratch the surface, ungodly nasty verses applaud this passionate wordsmith , this bul is at ya service my mixtapes berserk, it’s not safe for work there’s heavy bass, and curse-words I hate to make it worse with one verse I can reverse a 360 deal label paying me the green call it the Bill Bixby deal Hook: I been down yeah yeah yeah never scared I got no fear yeah yeah yall musta thought I’s gonna disappear yeah yeah I told’em I ain’t going nowhere Yeah yeah you turn around I’m right there Verse 3: I been down since the giddy up tearing the whole city up used to ignore the bul now everyday they hit me up heavy demand several grand your lil fifty bucks won’t put a dent in my expenses way I live it up I’m ego tripping hop up on this plane with me follow my heart, but I take my brain with me remain gritty I inflict the pain quickly say my name they can only describe me insane sickly y'all some yokels rapping over your own vocals stage presence absent, focal is too local It’s homie rap; phony cats I’m not stressing no age limit, this is rapping not wrestling keep that in mind y'all before this get ugly the first one through the wall always gets bloody sacrificial lamb, you wack I diss you fam cause that's a issue make me smack you with the pistol BLAM!! Hook: I been down yeah yeah yeah never scared I got no fear yeah yeah yall musta thought I’s gonna disappear yeah yeah I told’em I ain’t going nowhere Yeah yeah you turn around I’m right there Copyright: Whitmore Skillz Music (2011)

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