Quarters from Qwarter

[QwarterZ]

I need my own cypher.....LOL

Straight out the piggy bank rap till I'm 68
rhyme bout shitty ways hard times and Biggie tapes
dancin' Diddy's way Mason Betha Bad Boy anyday
Hip Hop Faithin' Evans Angels fall embracing Heaven
Cellblock raping sessions get in that ass take ya blessings
virgins and bloody mary's drunk offa thuggin' dairy
milkshakes lumping cherries, keep me buggin' scary
out in the pigeon coop, Michael J Fox with hidden roots
think Mcfly I'm fixing duece, shitting and bricking too
Stewie Griffin world dominant, necklace nah pearls on her lips
glistenin' hurlin' vomit n, pushin' like girls on the 6
so baby keep the J Lo, hide your envy behind Idaho potatoes
West coast Vallejo's, Northwest reign spinnin' like Kano....

idk...hahaha! day 1 quarters from qwarter

-- Thu Dec 03, 2009 2:02 pm --

I pack n I twist I crack in my lips
I jack n I spit I drag n I rip
I crap n I spin I smack n I flip....

I'm bored out my mind and it's a daily 16
but this ain't daily it's just me failing to see
Flanders bicocals wonderin' why am I local?
I spit like dragon, breathin' on all I know too
take hit's from flame tuggin' on prometheus
buggin' on ol' fetus' stillbirth n meaningless
baby hidin' like Brenda when I spit n offend her
never hit but bent her see futurama I bend her
gone till December get in that bird like November
where to go and trend up? chain like letters
what the metra...gnomes on the front lawn
vacationin' on a hammock haters I front on
lemonade, beheadin' lames movin' like tempered plates
sheddin' skin levers change, growin' in better ways...

-- Mon Dec 07, 2009 1:58 pm --

I regulate in the veins then I circulate
tryna find a perfect place to put hurt n fate
the work n pain plus erryoneelse keep turnin' way
I just diverse the gain play with verbs and grain
bake bread with the God's and disperse with rage
drink blood with the dead and hit impalers
when I give up on Hip Hop I can live with failure
liver failure, thanx to these shots writ in paper
you can hate what I say cuz you don't get or savor
the spit and flavor, shit I'm razors
gliding against the skin and drawing thin lines
you losing here and that's how ya jaw get's fine'd
in awe I'm fine, I'm rippin' y'all bra's n sight
runnin' thru the labyrinth with pan
Connely, the world been connin' me
and makin' paper is just the common dream
so I'm livin' in a nightmare full of poverty
honestly I gotta free like Drama free
sorry I lost my thought now I gotta leave....