[Verse 1] Some days I just wanna up and call it quits I feel like im surrounded by a wall of bricks Everytime I go to get up, I just fall in pits My life's likes one great big ball of sh*t If I could just, put it all in the all I spit Instead of always trying to swallow it Instead of staring at this wall and sh*t While I sit, writers block, sick of all this sh*t Cant call it sh*t, all I know is im about to hit the wall If I have to see another one of moms alcoholic fits This is it, last straw, thats all, thats it I aint dealing with another f*ckin politic Im like a skillet bubbling until it filters up im about to kill it, I can feel it building up blow this building up, Ive concealed enough my cup runneth over, I dun filled it up, the pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts you think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts, well imma show you what, you gonna feel my rush you dont feel it, then it must be too real to touch p, im about to tear sh*t up goosebumps, yeah, imma make your hairs sit up yeah sit up, imma tell you who I be imma make you hate me, cos you aint me you wait, it aint too late to finally see what you closed-minded f*cks, what you blind to see whoever finds me is gonna get a finders fee out this world, aint no one out there mind as me u need peace of mind? Heres a piece of mine all I needs a line, but sometimes I dont always find the words to rhyme to express how Im really feeling at that time, yea sometimes, sometimes, sometimes just sometimes, its always me how dark can these hallways be? The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three This half-assed rhyme, with this half-assed piece Of paper, [Verse 2] im desperate at my desk If I could just get the rest of this sh*t off my chest again Stuck in a slum, can't think of nothing F*ck im stuck, but wait, here comes something Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad, drink a lid up and throw the sh*t out im fizzling out, thought I figured it out balls in my court, but im scared to dribble it out im afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I a slave to this trade? Sign that I spit to the grave, real enough to rowl you up Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want Ima switch, hit a b*tch, jimmy smith aint a quitter ima sit it here till i get enough of me to finally hit a f*cking boiling point, put some oil on your joints, flip the coin b*tch, come get destroyed, an emcees worst dream, i make em jinx, they hate me, see me and shake like a changling fence, by the looks of em you would swear that jaws was comin, by the screams of him, you would swear im sawwin someone, by the way they running, you would swear the law was comin, Its now or never, and tonight its all or nothing, mama jimmy keeps leaving on us, he said hed be back, he pinky promised, i dont think hes honest, ill be back baby, i just gotta beat this clock f*ck this clock, ima make them eat this watch, dont believe me watch, ima win this race, and ima come back and rub my sh*t in your face b*tch, i found my nitch, you gunna hear my voice, till ur sick of it, you aint gunna have a choice, if I gotta scream till I have half a lung, If I have half a chance ill grab it, Rabbit Run...
Text file Source (historic): geocities.com/beygli
(to report bad content: archivehelp @ gmail)
|
|
|
|
|