12-11-2007, 12:23 AM
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Title? Call me King...
Join Date: Dec 2007
Location: NewYork..
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My introduction key,,
Look if we talkin bout tha best den my name is in every discussion/ Eyo im ill, so I guess you say my flow is disgustin//
Tha ratchet stay in my palm, steady erruptin/ Ima hard hitta nigga, you can catch a concusion//
Il leave ya wit blood gushin, out tha side ov ya head/ Its really nuffin, ta leave you hangin out tha side ov ya bed//
Now can I really getta moment of silence/ This fa dem niggas like who who roamnin silently in violence//
All we hear is gunshots, music, and sirens/ While tha old heads on tha block preach sayin 'Open ya eye lids//
They opened up alright, buh ain no roses or islands/ Only thing floodin thru to my head is pain, sufferin, and violence//
Am I wrong fa sayin fuck college?/ Or am I just a real nigga who ratha have street knowledge//
Or maybe kuz I wud ratha smoke weed and blast toolz/ You define me by my lack of society rules//
I hop on tha beat murkin kats, like im on q/ Betta hop im on q so tha infared ain on you//
This is true, do what you while you can do/ Cus in this fucked up society if you ain white, even when you win .. you lose//
But ey, my views fucked? Well if im wrong let tha lord be my judge/ Kuz I cant show no mercy infront of des niggas who bord witta grudge//
So ima keep my antennas high when im chillin/ But if its beef I treat des lames like meat, I fry em or grill em//
I know im tainted with tha blood of a demon/ Im raw as if my daddy had drugs in his semon// I sweep da street but not witta broom/ When tha car tires screech all you hear is zoom zoom.. followed by a long HOLLOW boom boom//
End of story il give dat man a closed casket/ He was fake like a actor, well now that nigga really reviewin tha closed captions//
It was for tha love of money, call it fatal attractions/ When I was a lil G I lit blunts to see tha real and tha bitch niggas reactions//
Shid I would do anythin, ta be crowned da king of tha jungle/ Niggas talk trash buh while doin it dey jus seem ta mumble/ Buh dey see me in tha game, all dey aint seen from me yet is tha fumble//
I told em im HARDBODY [goon squad..], all I see is da struggle/ An dat made me strong, now I cant break nor crumble//
An I got love for tha lost souls/ But I don trip kuz I know ima see em at tha cross-roads/ Until den il neva do anythin that'll break tha G-code/ Ima stay in beast mod//
Buh ey if I broke some rules, well accept my apology/ But Kappone, AKA Gangsta G-Shine is here, and I had ta make yall acknowledge me..//
..Can I get some feed?
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"I'm not just another individual, my spirit is apart of this, Thats why I get spiritual, but my hymns from Him, So it's not me, its Him thats lyrical Im not a miracle, I'm a heaven-sent instrument, My rhythmatic regimen navigates melodic notes for your soul and your mental..
Thats why im instrumental..!
Last edited by EyeDeal; 12-11-2007 at 05:19 PM.
Reason: Automerged Doublepost
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