Jun 4, 2016
Slowly becoming
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Slowly becoming
H&(3)M
macwiththecheese
“Hope ya right , especially since they hold ya life in the palm of they devilish claw. Telling the masses not to believe me when I'm spittin it raw. Could kill a nation, and they got us tweeting bout how they debatin. Turn us into self hatin, man-made AIDS patients, worshipping their all mighty all great satan. I hate ‘em.”
(this was written to the first beat I ever made, called “No Debate”)
villain by definiton
illin and willing
to be killing politicians
wont see me sit still as the plot thickens
still building compositions
people worship notebookes that ive written in
its the tight rhyme spitting vs the white line sniffing
its important i aint buying it
importin poison in to my environment
skin dont show his true colors cus he keeps on dying it
its a white mans world he steady third eying in
wish i could still live in caves so pure i’d stay
gotta keep my eyes peeled even when i lay down
d.c. the devils castle disguise with a white house and some playgrounds
i use to think at a slower rate but thats changed now
look to the left i see a white man laughing
look to my right i see the poor man asking
soo i keep my head straight
told them all im not watching no debate
anticipating this october date
voting for a figure head and government just dont relate
feeding babies sugar coated lard squares thats why we stupid and overweight
imma die and be chilling in heavens open gates
cus while im on this planet
ill never understand it
but i just cant stand it
so i gotta learn to manage
speak my mind without causing no damge
welcome to america where the obama killing cynical
Canada where the health care free and drama minimal
they tryina belittle my mind state
to little and blind they
tryina wittle my spine lay
me under a pile 9 feet minus 3
and then piss on my grave sweet
they woulda thought they could play me
i stay 3
steps ahead
but they out me? fuck it im dead.
eastside thats the sun rise
blessed with a new beginning junior nubian
modern times confronted with ancient youth
let the flow drip from from the fountain in the booth
supposed to be checking emails
all i got is spam messages from the retail
im not tryina converse
tryina formulate a verse
all I hear is what is this shit?
i reply with gold no i dont mean no disrespect
im tryina get ready to kill some motherfuckin sets
this rain got me feeling like smoke from a cigarette
hoodie denim pants snapback to the back backpack full of art
boutta start
a doja trip
to leave motherfuckers motionless
underground niggas we got the cops tryina bury us
our parents fuckin scared of us
suburban kid hysteria
i need more area
let me expand
unlike white i wont kill no indians
borincans and cherokee
leave white people scared of me
physically similar
mentally superior plus the native interior
they fuckin hate it and they wont face it
like they got the baby lungs
its a disgrace thats why I play the conundrums
cus they tryina eliminate where I come from
think about the shit like wtf son
i dont got no fuckin alarms to harm ya
hit ya with karma infinitely like marshall at my age
went from “oh its just a stage” to this is my stage
fox mind body of a primate
chilling hidden in the leaves
you know my steez
im tryina own a crib with some japanese trees
MOTHERFUCKERS CANT RHYME NO MORE ABOUT CRIME NO MORE
unless they done committed it
if you aint live through it move it
to the depths of hell
tryina be down with lies
lie down and die
recognize a god
nonexistant facade
change it like seasons
forgive me for i commit crimes but do not sin
willing to face just punishment
thats the 5th
freedom the 4th jewel
real talent dont hide behind pro tools
strictly pro moves
pro era shoutout to those fools
enlightening children
motherfuckers should be happy they dont kill them
the controversy hurts me soul
that devil shit dead
it lived but now forever out of your head
am i forgetting armageddon?
are you stepping to my bredren?
that the only time your world’ll end
you niggas week like lucky number 7
natural cloud 9 this earth is like heaven
my weapon is a pencil full of lead
hip hop cops draw a stencil round your head on the sidewalk when i talk
see me soon article up in the source
increase my knowledge like i do my numbers in the 4th
more like it was written didnt listen to blueprint
fair pigment got me treated unfairly
ridiculed as a little dude daily
oh brother introduced to the art in 98
slim shady lp was my ep wasnt shit you could tell me
growing up was always turntables in the next room
next doom to largely influence the young wiseman
born as a disguised man
hallows evenly
the oldest on the block couldnt even compete with the
bright child
eyes kept a slight smile
middle school became a little fool
peer pressure crushed the inner aura sorta
started flowing thought it was water that of sewage
more like it was written didnt listen to blueprint
EMANILLO
FILL THE CIGARILLO WITH BUD
ME AND MY NIGGA DOUG BE UP ABOVE THE CLOUDS
THE SOUND SO UNDERGROUND
LEAVE YA 6 FEET DEEP
ON MY FEET THE DISCRETE
ON MY BODY THE UNIQUE ORIGINAL
FORGIVE ME GOD FOR I COMMIT CRIMES BUT
PRAY MY FUTURE’S PLENTIFUL
HOPE NOT TO SEE A COP THE REST OF MY LIFE
YEA RIGHT
ONLY TIME I EAT IS A PIG IS IF HE STRAPPED
MY WILDEST DREAMS ONE DAY MY REALITY
SUICIDE MY IDEAS
AURA SORTA THAT OF ALLAH
GREENROSE ONE DAY ENVIED BY PRADA
young nigga kept a fade with a part
spread oceans apart
love with my mind and i think with my heart
about the trouble shit i try to troubleshoot
virtual reality feel like fatality
free will or am i slaved up
im chained up heavy but nobody try to sell me
this planet where heaven meet the depths of hell
thoughts dark as depths of wells with holy water at the bottom
while i fuck your holy daughter in the bottom
fuck the church and the state live a better life without em
arrested and corrupted young kids fucked in
a world of fucked up circumstances
racism, blue bloods hate niggas
spit razor blades as the fire dances
dreamt of panthers killing white wolves
woke up in the midnight hour
been like hours of rhyming
dont even know why im rapping
the only outlet i could fuck with
to analyze the world im stuck in
infamous 13 we hurt fiends and devils
hold heat and bleed liquid metal
the higher, the further from hell we are
puff lye tell no lies
stoned as a mineral
light on the punchlines more literal
rough rhymes for my niggas rough sex for my lady friend
play me again in ya memories
let these lines take you heavenly
crack the code coke lyrics in ya head
speak my mind everybody wanna tell me off yell me off the face of the planet
i dont understand it
the realest realness hard to deal with
all aces in my clan
battleground disciples of the eastern land
love or leave alone
solitary kinda scary to the ignorant of self
a man determines his wealth
is your price put in dollar bill
a slave owners face on the face of your will?
chill
fuck money and laws
infinity my worth
real nigga from the sky to the earth