reality is reality but once inspected a duality. flesh and soul. lies and truth. live life with one eye of social conscienceness and one eye with faith in God. Catholic. Rapper. Engineer. making the world a better place every day.or so i try.
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I get mad frustrated when I rhyme Thinking of all the kids who try to do this For all the wrong reasons Seasons change, mad things rearrange But it all stays the same like the love Doctor Strange I'm tame like the rapper, Get red like a snapper when they do that Got your whole block saying "TRUE DAT" If only they knew that, It was you who was irregular, Sold your soul for some secular Muzak that's wack, Plus you use that loop over and over Claiming that you got a new style Your attempts are futile, Ooo chile Your puerile, Brain waves are sterile You can't create, you just wait to take, my tape's Laced with malice Hands get calloused From grippin' microphones from here to Dallas Go ask Alice if you don't believe me, I get Inner Visions like Stevie See me, ascend from the chalice like the weed be Indeed be like Khalil Muhammad MC's make me vomit I get controversial Freak your style with no rehearsal Ooo, contraire mon frere Don't you even go there Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare I dare to tear into your ego, We go, way back like some ganja and pelequo Or Coleco-Vision My mind makes incisions in your anatomy And I'll back this with Deuteronomy Or Leviticus, God made this word You can't get with this Sweet like licorice, Dangerous like syphillis, yeah.
- Lauryn HiLL (When with the Fugees, from the Score, song – How Many Mics)
I Heard all y’all where thirsty So here’s some ThreeThrowThursday I’m gonna put my boot down And get my roots down So you can feel it on the first day In the worse way I’LL let my verse say What my mind forgot I’ll drop your jaw Empty your pockets And your candaian purse eh? Well all I really Wanna lay Is That I wanna Trap a rap trio’s verses On Thursdays So enjoy.
Ad Rock Don't Stop, Just Get On The Mic With The Tic And The Toc I'll Fill You With The Fuckin' Rim Like Brim I'm Walking Down Your Block And You Say That's Him There Goes The Guy With The Funky Sound The Beastie Boys You Know We Come To Get Down Because I've Got The Flow Where I Grab My Dick And Say Oh My God, That's The Funky Shit So I'm Going To Pass The Mic And Cause A Panic The Original Nasal Kid Is Doing Damage Every Morning I Took The Train To High Street Station Doing Homework On The Train, What A Fucked Up situation On The Way Back Up Hearing Battle Tapes Through The Underground, Underneath The Sky Scrapes Like Harlem World Battles On The Zulu Beat Show It's Kool Moe D Vs. Busy Bee There's One You Should Know Enough Of That, I Just Want To Give Some Respect Due M.C.A. Grab The Mic And The Ma Bell Will Connect You Bob Marley Was A Prophet For The Freedom Fight "If Dancin' Prays To The Lord Then I Shall Feel Alright" I'm Feeling Good To Play A Little Music Tears Running Down My Face 'Cause I Love To Do It And No One Can Stop This Flow From Flowing On A Flow Master In Disaster With A Sound That's Gone I'll Give A Little Shout Out To My Dad And Mom For Bringing Me Into This World And So On
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The thing is.. … . if we don’t start caring for our earth in a sustainable way, we’re all going to die. The same way 1300 children under the age of five die of thirst every day in Ethiopia, there will be a million people who die EVERY DAY because they don’t have the opportunity to come into physical contact with the kind of water that comes out of our tap today.
So when will we all begin to use all our resources in a sustainable way?? When the count reaches 7.83 million people dieing each day because of the misuse and abuse of resources their parents and grandparents took as a comfortable way of living??
Does the jingle I very recently heard, the dilution of pollution is not a solution, mean that it’s not acceptable to be dumping toxic waste into our water sources, even if it’s only a ‘small’ amount?? What if we, the human race, buy 183 billion liters of bottled water a year, and as the plastic bottles wear down over time, poisonous toxins are released into our ground water??
The Scarcity of fresh water is the same problem as global warming, deforestation, overpopulation, and the lack of understanding that we ware in a constant, everlasting relationship with the earth, and absolutely everything in it.
Our environmental situation is not a mystery and we are still capable of sustaining life forever. But when are we going to start??
Oil companies are given. .. . pretty much, unlimited amounts of water. . .. for, pretty much for free. The oil industry uses water in completely unsustainable ways, which will not let the water stay within the natural cycle of rivers, evaporation, and rain. The water is lost forever. The oil companies responsible have zero accountability to the public. Our government allows it. The people who know about this in its fullest extents cry out. And are not heard.
In a nearby city, where the water situation is already in crisis, the local government approved the expansion of a hog slaughter house. Where they will go from killing 45 000 hogs a day to slaughtering 80 000 hogs a day. So to consequently also further stress the water availability, and again, put the interests of business before the interests of the citizens they have been elected to represent.
We must choose life over profit. Life over money which we will never see in any way, shape, or form, other than as gross statistics, exotic vacations, and immoral mansions. How are we going to make a difference??. .. . When??. . . . are we going to make to live differently??
If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever know me I never won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go ILLLLL!" Check the time as I rhyme, it's 1995 Whenever I arrive the party gets liveR Flow with the master rhymeR, that's to leave behind The video rapper, you know, the chart climbeR ClappeR, down goes another rapper Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party Flat top, braids, bald heads or natty dread There once was a story about a man named Jed But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head Word, what go around come around I figure Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas The tables turned as the crosses burned Remember You Must Learn About the styles I flip and how wild I get I go on like a space age rocket ship You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer
Here's what's up, for what wasn't yesterday. Trippin over Luda's openin words will leave your mind strained and your breath shallow.
These bitches throwin rose petals at my feet mayn! They wanna spoil me, treatin me like royalty; what I'm 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda By way Of A-T-L; if you disagree don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly It's Jolly Green Giants cause we smoke so much broccoli Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's Oodles of noodles And testin me is like pitbulls put up to poodles My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline It's Ludacris – I pack more nuts Than Delta Airlines I'm fly, even when I get high I work cash And even got my coats bumped up to first class I'm boss to all employees – and I'm here to teach the principle Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees
Welcome to the beggining of theme beamin dayz of the week. It's an idea I had a little while ago, and am goin to try and stick to for as long as it it gots some flavouR. Money mondays are goin to be around Tupac, his poetry, life and this will pretty much still for any day of the week cuz I won't limit that at all, but for sure on monday's I'll try and post Lyrics from his best and iLL'st shit. And so to shorten down Makaveli Mondays, I just straight dub'd it MakaMon. The other day I have thought of so far will be just any dope allstart Rapper who rips the mike, or is off the wall different, like BucK 65. and that's gonna go down on WiggittyWiLdWheNzDayz.. . . I'll have to think of something for tomorrow, so lets see how thta turns out. Todayz wonderful masterpiece iz the first Track of off Tupac's Album that came out and was Number one while he was in Jail - Me Agianst the World. I gotta nothin to Lose, cuz it's just.. . So you might recognized the poppin P's pleasingly pronounced properly by Pac, and if not, maybe next time you wiLL.
They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on Murderin Motherfuckers fore they get you Picturin Pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's My enemies Scatter in suicidal situations Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfuckers is bold But y'all some hoes, the game should be sold I'm sick of psychotic Society Somebody save me Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight
- Tupac (If I Die 2nite)
LiLz, i hoPe you LiKe: Frida KahLo from JuLY 6, 1907 to JuLY 13, 1954
We know of an ancient radiation That haunts dismembered constellations, A faintly glimmering radio station. While Frank Sinatra sings Stormy Weather, The flies and spiders get along together, Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record
** I wrote this last week, but didn’t get around to posting it. This is a pretty proper description of just the sate I was in. I can so totally say that I’m still right at it and have much life to live. The stakes currently pinning me down are, the mad rush for work needed from me at work right now, the fact I only have computer access at work right now, the craziness outside of work which pulls me in every direction imaginable, love – and how coming to grips with what is, is both painful and freeing, makes sense, and leaves me constantly perplexed.. . .
THANK YOU for the amazing comments left in the last post. Seaweed. Mad props. Respect. I appreciate you compliments immensely. LiLY LiLz. Peace! One Love. Makin me smile and laugh, and feel all good and shit. You really didn’t hit me back on the email, but I just figured everything is everything, and I would just take it as it comes.
So this is what I wrote while being pummeled by life last week:
There’s too much THERE’S TOO MUCH 2 MUCH TOO MUCH!
And then more is let loose and unleashed against the re enforced walls that are burning, being shot at and growing.
Pulled taut I forgot What I sought hard after
At times today I’ve been feeling like my lungs are collapsing from the front like my chest is caving in, and from the back. Everybody trying to implode.
It takes a lot more to make me smile, or nothing at all. I’m trying. I’m trying. But I have to do more. I know I can, and I’ve been setting myself up so that I could be in this exact position, and I knew it wouldn’t be easy. But my middle finger’s cuticle on my right hand hurts, and the inside of my shoulders right at the base of my neck is tense. It feels like I’m being Jabbed by dozens of thick poles all over.
Hahha. I laugh. And inside I realize the time is now. . . . I must be strong now. For later I will need to be even stronger.
Pulled taut I forgot what I sought hard after
When it come When it done There’ll be Cries and laughter
So slow No show Why doesn’t It happen faster
Suck my blood Take it all Even To my last hair
Live as one fight as one for no slave Or master
Where’s my thought All been caught In my heart That’s where
If I can With my hand I’ll demand For what’s fair
So my voice Has no choice But to yell And stand there
I’m in need My heart do bleed My hands do feed Cuz I care
I could write a PSA* A day To relay You’re crooked info War to you Is Sex You greedy Evil Nympho Say you against hookin but you’ll easily be the pimp though
how far will your arm lie stretched across the equator grabbin what’s not your’s lying at every layer
the disease is way far gone got you thin-king that your strong I’ll teLLLL You where you’re wrong You figh-tin with a bomb a-gainst children and their mom decent adults that get along aspiring artists and their song fellow youth so live and young nature’s green and the blue beyond
this does not miss the list that raise their fist the market hiss a corporate workers greedy wish or the soldiers you enlist
nor does it miss the minds that do resist and insist that we must fix or the labours of the mass- es
see those that can not defend and then don’t wonder why I lend my arm and thought to those that need my arms and nose my knees my lead all seed will grow in fertile soil with sun and toil and water and toil to the end my friend i see nothin but my dreams come true as I'm starin at my life through my rear view send prayers and kisses to all who came before I'll work with all I got even when I'm cut and sore look at the beautiful seeds sittin in the soil we do this for tomorrow for tomorrow we now toil.
I ain't lookin' to compete with you, Beat or cheat or mistreat you, Simplify you, classify you, Deny, defy or crucify you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you.
No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you, Frighten you or uptighten you, Drag you down or drain you down, Chain you down or bring you down. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you.
I don't want to straight-face you, Race or chase you, track or trace you, Or disgrace you or displace you, Or define you or confine you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I ain't lookin' to block you up Shock or lock or knock you up, Analyze you, categorize you, Finalize you or advertise you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you.
I don't want to meet your kin, Make you spin or do you in, Or select you or dissect you, Or inspect you or reject you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you.
I don't want to fake you out, Take or shake or forsake you out, I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me, See like me or be like me. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you.
I went home for lunch today. Ate pretty fast cuz it was just heating up some leftovers from Sunday night, and so it was easy and fast to get ready, and I was pretty hungry. I was listening to some Deathcab for Cutie and I wanted to cry. Or sleep. So I was going to sleep. But instead I sat on my couch and ate strawberry icecream and listened to the rain fall against my house…. . I finished the ice cream so fast even though I was eating it as slow as possible and enjoying every spoonful the fell onto my tongue. … . I guess that just like so many other people, I just wanna be touched, and feel safe. And not worry about anything. Love is so much more than anything. I want to stop giving, but I just can’t, because I love her. I want to be resentful, and not understanding. But I do understand. And I don’t want to hurt her and say things just to hurt her, cuz anything bad I think and want to say, I know isn’t true, and would say just to make my own pain go away by seeing someone else hurt and get a an evil satisfaction out of it. Only to draw a darker shadow over me and disappear.
Fuck it hurts.
I bounce alright. And I keeps my shit real. Life is good. .. I know it. I just can’t abandon myself to it. I hold on with one hand and feel my body being pulled down. I keep lookin towards the top of the mountain, and know that the snow that’s numbing my face and blowing up my sleeves can’t even come close to stopping me.. .. . .. but it sure is cold.. ..
I wonder how many people can say, Julio Garcia gave me his heart, and it was good, but it wasn’t mine to take. For she, whom his heart does belong to, will say yes. And all I can say is thanks.
Owww. eh?
sooOoOooo.
I dunno how this all works and if it’s media fuckin with Bush, or what. But. If you go to googLe and type in ‘failure’ and then hit ‘I’m feelin lucky’… . the biography of George Bush comes up.. . hahah ha ha =) . .. . good shit huh. Am I the most uncontent creator, who creates, but then in unsatisfied with everything once the creation is finished.. . loVes the process of doing it, but is never satisfied with the results.. . . I don’t think so, but that’s how I was feelin this morning. I can think of so many ways how this is not true, but it’s real to me because I aspire for so many things and want things to be a certain way and tell myself, once their like this, then. . . .then I will accept thme and be happy, but then things get to a certain level, and they seem so mediocre, and really not all that.. ..
Let me tell you a little story about the slave master. Use a whip on your ass so you behave faster. You got chains on your neck and the Man's respect. You'll work all damn day but you will never see a check In the field Cotton you yield. Your skin peels off your back From the crack of the whip. It won't heal. Ya wish you had a shield 'cause he wields iron So when you act up he smokes ya and keeps firing. And it's tiring. Forget about recreation. One wrong move and it's death you're facing. White motha fuckaz got the ball and chain On your leg, and in the form of religion on your brain. They say, "You the devil." You say, "Who the devil?!?!" Some of us was house niggers. Some of us was rebels. Some tried to get along the best they could. And didn't nobody use the phrase, "It's all good!" Would you? They got you living like a shrew. They throw you pig lips and chicken gizzards. Then you make a stew. They give us a white Jesus to appease us. We talk among ourselves and hope nobody sees us. They had our brothers beating us. Called us createns plus monkeys. They just junkies mistreating us. The master said, "If you don't whip 'em, you're dead!" It was fucking with his head, but he beat us instead. And we bled. Red blood flowing like a flood. Then he'd rape your mother. Stick her face in the mud. They were ruthless! If you tried to front, you'd be toothless. Some tried to run even though it seemed useless. Virginity was torn. Soon babies was born that was half white. And now his skin is kind of light. You think you're special, because they let you Oversee the carnage? But I bet you Will get hung, even if you stick out your tounge. 'Cause they pull out the shank and stick it right through you're lung. Now it's 96 and white people say, "Forget it. It's all in the past." And some even regret it. 'Cause they think we'll set it. Now my missions to get federal So I can raise a black family with a true devils And you know how that goes.
- DeL the Funky Homosapien (exerpt from Slave Master)
So I was listening to this song the other night,a nd this first part of his song always hurts me a lot, and so I decided I wanted to share it with the world, and so along with his song I was going to post some pictures of some slaves, and while lookin for some pictures, I found a site that along with a lot of things has compiled a whole bunch of interviews of x-slaves and some of their experiences and memories.. .. .. . fuck it hurts.. .. . . and then I kep looking and came across this site, which tells a tiny bit about the history of black slavery. And how the Americans were actually the last one of the last countries (or the last country) to use black African natives as slaves. How it was the Arabs who were the earliest non Africans to buy African slaves, cuz I guess back in the day Africans had African slaves too, like how the Egyptians had slaves. And how Portugal, Spain, England, France, Netherlands, Belgium, the Dutch and like, everyone also, were among the countries that use to buy African Slaves in exchange for guns and liquor. . .. . fuckin sick!! It was the Dutch that were responsible fro South African Apartheid, and the Belgians for the massacre in Rwanda. And I wonder why we don’t know more aout our human history. .. . ?? ? cuz there would be ENOUGH, reasons to overthrown every single leader, pretty much?? ? Cuz then we would take a serious SeRiOuS look at our options and live completely different?? ? ?.
Kanye latest, amazing, album, has a lot of slave music. And talking with my friend the other day. He was like. Yeah man. all that shit is fucked. . . and you know what. The Slave traders even started breeding the captured slaves to make bigger and stonger Black, African Slaves.! ! ! ! and then I remembered some of Nas’ lyrics when he goes sayin, props to all the ballin niggas who’re 7 foot some and come from slave master dealin.. . . .or something like that.. . . it so hurtful.
…. . I heard things can change in the future. And that it is possible that we live treating each other as if we were specially created and unique and full of dignity, meriting respect.. . .. . I heard we can make it happen, and leave that world to our kids, and our kids’ kids.
That's that crack music, crack music, that real black music, black music
Our father, give us this day our daily bread ... give us these days and take our daily read, See I done did all this ole bullshit And to atone I throw a little somethin, somethin on the pulpit. We took that shit, measured it and then cooked that shit And what we gave back was crack music And now we ooze it through they nooks and crannies So our mammas aint got to be they cooks and nannies And we gonna repo everything they ever took from grammy Now the former slaves trade hooks for grammies This dark diction has become America's addiction those who ain't even black use it.
I keep seeing September 12 everywhere, and I'm like Hey! It's my birthday!!.. . I guess I was born 25 years ago, and 25 is suppose to be a pretty good age I'm told. I woke up this morning and I did feel a little bit older. Al little bit wiser. And definitely, a little more mature. Hahahahaha. So no great birthday extravaganzas this weekend, though there was suppose to be Saturday night, but as things turned out, I was up all night Friday, with not a second of sleep, and then I was up all day Saturday till about 6pm, and then I slept for 16 hours.. .. . . who says you can't hibernate?? I'm hanging tonight with just one other person, I think, and I'm goin to for real celebrate my birthday next Saturday at some local hiphop show that's goin down with live rappers and breakdancers. So that'll be all good too!
I learned something really important this weekend that's going to help me for the rest of my life, and it's something that would be easy for me to say I already knew, but the depth and profound meaning of the truth is almost too much. I just think about the past, and old thoughts and of all the things in my life that seem fucked right now, and beautiful things to come.
The thing is that when you're livin for God and trying your realest to do what you understand as being His will, then you're suppose to be thankful for everything that comes your way, and a lot of the time we're really grateful for all of the great things that come our way in the best of times, and then when shit gets fucked, there we are asking God for some serious help. And then at those times we feel guilty for only goin to God when things are messed and terribly tough. But the things is that God loves us so much, He wants us to be with Him and in constant relationship with Him all of the time, especially when we're in a bad ass jam and feel overwhelmed and screwed. Like. God Loves us so much, He wants the best for us. And when we need His help, it's because we need His help!. And He gladly helps us. And He doesn't make us feel guilty about it. That's some devilish trix goin down, cuz guilt is not a gift from God, but rather an impediment towards a better relationship with God.
So I've found that there is nothing wrong and there should be no feelin bad for only goin to God when you need His help. He will help you each and every time, to the degree your life is suppose to be and in His way, but that faithful trust in him will also lead to seeking him in the normal times and in the really really good times, and then always being with God (not that your never not, but in a true ongoing way). So we should never feel bad about that, and actually go to Him right away, and really, actually, all the muthafuckin time.
AND. We we die and give up our self made purposes and life plans to do God's will, we become extremely grateful of all he grateful things and blessing we are given. They are so apparent and feel so good. But what we need to realize is that, just as those things are meant for us, and are to be. All of the crazy hardships are equally important and special gifts from God and we should take them just as joyfully and with the full understanding that that is how things should be, and thank God for that, just as much as everything else, and truly be joyful about it, even if it's hard and it hurts.. . . That is so ideal. But it doesn't mean we have to be smiling, just that we have to be humble and accepting of aLL of God's gifts. Which happen to be absolutely everything.
uhhhh. and i heard em say.. . .. .Kanye slay all the way on his opening track. Wake up Mr West. Wake UP!!!!
And I heard 'em say, nothinz ever promised tomorrow today.
From the Chi, like Tim its the Hard-a-way, So this is in the name of love, like Robert say, Before you ask me to get a job today, can i at least get a raise on a minimum wage? And I know the government administered AIDS, So I guess we just pray like the minister say, Allah o Akbar and throw em some hot cars, Things we see on the screen Are not ours, But these niggas from the hood so these dreams not far, Where im from, the dope boys is the rock stars, But they can't cop cars without seein' cop cars, I guess they want us all behind bars. I know it.
Uh, And I heard 'em say, nothinz ever promised tomorrow today. ooooooooo And I heard 'em say, nothinz ever promised tomorrow today. But we'll find a way And nothing lasts forever but be honest babe, it helps but it may be the only way
They say people in your life are seasons, And anything that happen is for a reason, And niggas guns a clappin and keep to squeezin', And Gran keep prayin' and keep believin', In Jesus and one day that ya see Him, Till they walk in his footsteps and try to be Him, The devil is alive I feel him breathin', Claimin' money is the key so keep on dreamin', And put those lottery tickets just to tease us, My aunt Pam can't put those cigarettes down, Now my lil cousin smokin those cigarettes now, His job trying to claim that he too niggerish now, Is it cuz his skin blacker than licorice now? I can't figure it out ...Im Stickin around .... Uh, And I heard 'em say, nothinz ever promised tomorrow today. ooooooooo And I heard 'em say, nothinz ever promised tomorrow today. But we'll find a way And nothing lasts forever but be honestbabe, it helps but it may be the only way
Warm soft blanket You're a warm Cuban breeze A shaded summer nap The cuddle of a muzzle A tail in the face while you dream Waking up to kisses Sunset warmth Inside of the forearm hold An oven open A sunny window nap A gentle hand on the cheek A full body hug Two pairs of socks and boots in deep snow A scarf wrapped twice around your face A long sleeve shirt And a hooded sweater A floor heater on bare foot feet
A sleeping baby A hot comforting shower A soothing hot tea A sun splashed piece of carpet A fitted cocoon A call that came soon A knowing Of safety and shelter Of soft comfort and care Of lasting protection And endless dreams
How do you survive weighing 165 in the city where the skinny niggas die??
Have a good weekend everyone!! Turn your music up and chill the fu8k out. Ride to some of the smoothest beats there are… . . we Str8 Ballin
I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks... but no.
I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block. Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks. And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked. And niggas laugh, til' tha irst mothafucka got blasted. I put the nigga in his casket, Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic. I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts. I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce. And gettin' lost on the five-o fuck them hos. Got a 45 screamin' about survival. Hey nigga can I lay low cook some yay-yo. Hollar "one-time" when I say so. Don't want to go to the pen I'm hittin' fences. Narcs on a nigga's back missin' me by inches. And they say how do you survive weighin' 165 In a city where the skinny niggas die? Tell Mama don't cry. Even when they kill me, They can never take the game from a young G. I'm str8 ballin'!
Str8 ballin'!
Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin' pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it. But if I want to make a million gotta stay dealin'. It's kinda boomin' and today I'll make a killin'. Dressin' down like a villian' but only on the block. It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops. Ha, I'm gettin' high. I think I'll die if I don't get no ends. I'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it like it's a Benz. I hate to stop let my music bump, Drinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for some hoes to fuck. Rather die makin' money than live poor and legal As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo. A need money in a major way. Time to fuck my BEEEYATCH!! Hey! and getten' paid You other mothafuckas callin', But me and my mothafuckin' thug niggas, We str8 ballin'!!
Str8 ballin'!
Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do. So watch a young mothafucka pull a trigga just to RAISE UP! But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes Young nigga time to do or die. I keep a pistol in my pocket, Ready on my block. Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit. And now they see that mothafucka beat pain, At point blank range cause he slept on the game. Ain't a damned thing changed Shakin' the dice, now roll 'em, If you can't stand pain better hold 'em. Cause ain't no tellin' what you might roll. You might go catch AIDS from a slight cold. Nigga. Better live your life to the fullest, You 'bout to kill a fool, got a pistol mothafucka better pull it. Cause even when they kill me, they can never take the game from a young G. We st8 ballin'!
We st8 ballin'!
To my niggas in the penitentiary, Loked up like a mothafucka when they mention me. Cause you fuckin' with the realest motha fucka ever born, And once again it's on, I'm bustin' on these bitches till they gone. Who the hell can you get to stop me? I'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse. I keep my glock cocked I need it cause they're all shady. I finally made it now these jealous bitches tryin' to FADE me! I ain't goin' out I'd rather blast back. I'm on the corner with my niggas watchin' cash stack. And I came up a long way from food stamps. And takin' shit from the low-life ghetto tramps. Could you blame me if they sweat me I'm gonna open fire. What could I do? Pull my trigga or watch my nigga die. I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil slugs. I'm on the block slangin' drugs with the young thugs. And mothafucka, we be ballin'! All mothafuckin' day long, stay strong! We str8 ballin'.
When did this And us Become a burden? ? A weight around My neck How could I Forget That it is All Sustainable. The energy will Run On the Sun I think we Can make it work Happily n joyfully.
I'm young, but not that young. And likewise old. What's told is bold, never clever thoughts bought. nor sold. One Life. One Love.One End. One Begining.
i cOuLD GivE yOu raW frEEstYLe buT You wAnT suRgiCaL PReciSioN i'LL trY tO coNnecT tHe iNdiRecT dOTs buT pLease oPeN yOuR miNd n LiSTen. FiRsT sTaRt wiTh YoUR hEarT buT LeT iT ReaCH YouR hAnDs.
