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| L. Mitchell |
| Bonus Outro |
(-L. Mitchell-)*/|/|iTCH $Et*
::L. Mitchell:: (last key)
Ya'll Missed Mitch? I was out poking chiccz
Who thought they ca fit the decript of Miss Mitch
or Mrs.
but they description misses,
and these rapping misfits, match missed,
So I ran through these mismatched maggots
it's all mathematics
I'm bacc bitch, haters kiss my bacc-end
white page.. blu ink and a blacc pen
thinking of verses,
staring at a clear screen and a blinking cursor
looking for dough and a blacc queen
which one you think is worth it
I murder ink like ja-rule.. My thoughts think in cursive
I'm twisted.. and sicc with a gift to make words twist
I'm a wiz whenever i spit
my wit and cleverness
ca' take words and sever it, til the letters split
ohh please.. i'll make O's C's
Make C's u's, i don't like to gamble but i need shoes
gimmie the dice, no weddings, plenty of rice, no business
plenty of ice and spinners, no wives juss women
this fast life is endless
ending in a never-ending cycle of trends and
motorcyle accidents
showing off for his friends and
living on the edge of death, til life does us part
I don't plan on leaving life, til I've done my part
on this earth, and my word for what it's worth
which is gold
I'll put nuccas in the dirt if they fuccing with my payroll...
small waist, phat ass and I love hair
so i'mma holla at cha'..
Mrs. Mitch.. I know you out there somewhere
(last drop)
....
It's my last drop, I'll make it as long as I wanna
this the hook I'll make it apart of the song if I wanna
ya team is pussies... u not even as strong as juwana
last drop here... but on and on with the saga
....
F.S... I'm gone like Blaze, but with a faster pace
and I ain't coming bacc like Trav and Mase
pacced up the U-haul, I'm trying to move on
cuz I was feeling stucc like masking tape
no disrespect to ya'll tho', but I have to live
plus ya'll kept me on point like Nash and Bib
when shit was so bad and tense,
I would rap and vent, and it would relax the kid
and through all the exclusives, collabs, and hits
now the shit come easy like laxatives
and I ain't even gotta come bacc to diss,
or come bacc for shit,
just remember the name and go bag the disc
and my bad to Sense,
I ain't mean to pass judgement,
it's just that, real nuccas and fags don't mix
but it was nothing personal,
I ain't write a verse for you,
I juss can't be a white boy's "nigga" when it pass through lips
I'll pass you clips and that's on everything I love
And I speak for every single thug, on my half of the briccs
some nuccas ain't have to go pitch, to help pay half of the rent
they just paccage and flip for a hat and some kiccz
nuccas wear flags for the crips, and flags for the Bloods
cuz they scared if they was alone, they'll get stabbed up and jumped
man, I carry the pump, and it ain't just a rhyme
everytime i lift my tee it's an .8 or a .9
y'all just say it to rhyme, but it's far from cool
when nuccas try to teach you a lesson and you far from school
you'll be standing dead...
but fucc that....................
what up Trav..... special shoutz to Stan and Ned
That "I ain't never scared" shit is acting....
and when you really catch a body, u visit ya pastor,
you don't feel like bragging
It makes you see through these rapper's aggression
ya life's perfect picture crumbles...,
and everything falls bacc in perspective
but F it, like a teacher on a bad paper
i'm trying to ghostwrite for people and get madd paper
show june 16th I'm live at the Apollo
I'mma place again, get some dough,
then go, slide off with a model
Hypnotic in the bottle, so the two of us ca' sex
then hit ATL, after I setup Trav's studio connect
FS the guys with the text
no vocal warm-ups, but I do lyrical excersises like Tekk
this is where the hood at,
ya jaw get cracced like wood bats
hitting fast balls foul........
come to the strip and see briccs
like Shaq getting fouled
we crunch* nuccas, sit-up* at nights plotting
chin-ups* without the bar we be behind'em
rhyming.. sitting in confinment, we don't cooperate with no cops
more than a chip on our shoulders*, but we don't know squat*
hold gloccs cuz we like to wet up whole bloccs
to help move the weight*, we set up coke spots*
miss me?? hope not... just another bump in the road
dying to see you crash, trying to give you a flat
i'm seeing...
hip-hop fans with the love and passion for rapping
never made it, so they live through the most passionate rappers
the only thing is, now these rappers are gangstaz
and now thier fanz start acting tough,
outta thier cha-rac-ter
wanna-be rap-pers but,
they overdosing on curse words
trying to prove, that thier firing tools, cuz words work
and you can spit all the rhymes about war and nines
all the crimes, but you can't fool all the people all the time
So I listen to all of ya'll stuff and I ain't getting chills
I'm calling all ya'll bluff, nuccas ain't really real
what's da deal?
Cards up! what u priccs holding?
are you sticcing pussies?, ---- (robbing)
or do you have blue balls like crips bowling
with no strip... I cruise around Newark wit smoked tints
kiccs match the whip... both don't come out 'til "O" six
hit Rt. 78 and I'm kinda high
cop's rader gun reads 95 while I'm driving by
looking for truth?
dress like a fireman and come look in the boothe
see me rhyming and, throw both fists to the roof
cuz L. Mitchell the truth, say he not and you a dead liar
stay with a bitch, and get more head than a hair dryer
make the bed shake when i'm grinding on 'em chix
get succed til my head ache,
not the one Tylenol ca' fix
came in with a Boom! I'm out with a bang!!
please make room.. announce me the king!
cuz I got the kind of ooo's that annoucers would say
if they saw a football dude, get hit, and was out for the game
for real I be.. so talented and ill.. u see
the mere fact u still reading this shit shows you feeling me
on the music tip... I'll keep ya'll posted
but I'm bout to break tekk's theory,
this is my last post priccs
hahahaha
look now the fans and the hataz both pissed
with a madd face
treat nuccaz like Reggie lay-ups,
I'm Prince on a fast break
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I only need two wheels, a glocc, or a pencil
to show you I'mma rider, tube socc on my Tim boot
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next year u'll be like oh I get it now,
then wanna hear me flow,
I'll leave a nucca with more holes than a bowl of cherrios
..Last key.. now the last of drops
the "reign" ends...
time to get high.. like an Astronaut
and let me tell you about this girl that I use to know..
I ran game so good,
look how I used this hoe
"every bit of her 5'4", I adore
all over her 130, I run my tongue girly
I'm trying to wet you up,
make you cum early!!
so come early like you suppose ta'
and I'll approach ya'
why u laying on ya bacc,
put both legs up on my shoulders
or let me hit it from the bacc
bandana from under the fitted hat
around ya wrists
so you can't hold me bacc...
you taking the punishment....
ohh god are you loving it
you sweating so I'm rubbing ya face
I lay down the pipe like a plumber on break"
and it was a wrap, with one verse you know
every bitch wanted to get on me, like Birth Control
those O's on the checc, still aiming for them
and I keep this hoes in checc, I'm still gaming'em
I'm just trying to win, they say why retiring??
cuz I'm tired of listening to replies and shit
and I'm tired reading lies then reply to the shit
so I'mma retire, cuz I got tired, then got tired again
nuccas is burnt out like tires that spin
I ride-out like tires and shit...
with rims that when I stop,
make it seem like the tires still spin
I got the power dog
to take ya broad, do what I please
and have her bacc in an hour boi
I'll just take her in the bacc of a brown accord
and fucc her til the windows fog up like a shower door
quit the wise craccs.. iight Blacc?? (spoken word.. haha)
all these nuccas spit lies to hide facts
don't cross me, I'll snap, fucc wallace I'm shaq,
wanna see me, I'll clap where ya eye at
got a chain and I keep the piece buffed
and since it shine,
I'mma keep the piece tucced
see L with police and he cuffed
see those snitches with police,
they getting peaced up... WTF?
still trying to figure it out
everything hot I'm spitting it out
shorty look hott I'm whipping it out
cuz I ca' do with or without
and if it's without?,
I'll just give shorty the finger flip and I'm out...
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It's my last drop, I'll make it as long as I wanna
this the hook I'll make it apart of the song if I wanna
ya team is pussies... u not even as strong as juwana
last drop here... but on and on with the saga
....
"can't be life.... beat drops"
lighters up.. light a dutch..
feel me... thank ya'll for coming along for the ride
it's over now...
My words my touch ya
I'm on fire like banks,
but ya'll should just let it burn like Usher
You gonna want me bacc!!
Mon-day - thru Sun-day
ya'll gon' need me, one day!!
don't I wish, u want my spits
bad enough to wanna own my disc
and it's worth every bit..
high quality music,
This has been, one big, commercial for Mitch
every verse is intense
every word man I meant
I'm keeping it realer than real
you either kill or be killed
and I'm still in a bitch
plus I'm stealing ya bitch,
it's my life -
I should be filming a flicc
send a slug if you feel you a blood
empty a clip if you feel you a crip
just as long as you feeling my songs
:: pause ::
we'll get along if you feeling my shit
how wicced is this
my motto to explain murder..
i rather live wishing I didn't
than die! wishing i did
that's why i keep the 5th by the rib
I'll get arrested for using a weapon
than to just give up my shit
and tho' this is the end, I ain't giving up shit
I'mma still let the pen tip drip... drip...
I ain't giving up shit
I'mma still let the pen tip drip... bitch!
much love to all ya'll.. wish ya'll the best of lucc
the party is over.............................................