I go the distance
Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 8:10 pm
Its amazing that you lame men still think you can go the distance
fuck these JV's the PRO'se consistent, I loathe ur flippin
know the words that make you choke when spittin, maybe its the dope ur hittin
too much TIVO? got you thinkin that you sold crack with coke convictions
a close depiction to Pachino, we are suppose to vision you selling Kilos? please, no
I'm on a covert mission, to expose the fiction, my flow is sicker than Ann Coulter pissin
more ridiculous than a one legged solider kicking a bi polar victim
my thoughts are mixed in with 151, and I'm suppose to be sober, drippin
moonshine all over the kitchen, only a fool drives on his own volition
I'm in no condition to ride, this is outrageous, putting the keys inside this old ignition
but I'm courageous, I gave myself sole permission, wasted, I'm still the greatest
follow the Hova religion, your an atheist, I won't even flow with a Christian
the basis because I don't even know a musician who doesn't hold a conviction
I've blacked out on the track, I'm all over it, listen, this scheme is so overwritten
smelling the aroma of vixens, I'm in a coma and twitching from a soma addition
cuz their is so much friction in my arms, my bones arent lifting, even my shoulders splittin
go throw my disk in, this is a piece of cake, without a moment sittin
my opponents dissin, not the same foes as before, oh no it isnt, bring your whole coalition
I wreck crews with cold precision, I know your next moves, you text dudes
log onto windows home edition, searching for your oldest writtens
I have the best news, your folders missin, you coming off the dome like a solar eclipse
in- a second the clips in, the cobras bitten, the supernovas twistin
explodes and hits him, that mediocre dissin don't fly, I'm so persistent like an old guy
so why, do you diss me, when I have no existence, oh my, my foes capricious
my intent is simple, though malicious I know the vicious flows ambitious
at times I control my itches, but fuck the whole religious scene, that we knows fictitious
stoning witches, I'd rather get stoned with bitches, I can show the difference
pastors only goal is digets, gold, and asshole visits, I'll close the business
soon they'll be getting towed on the road to riches when I expose the sickness
they have sunk below the fishes, shit I'm no jehovah witness getting drunk with loaded bitches
my omens wicked, the only thing I put below forgiveness is hoes to blow my thickness
I meant thickness, I could have said dick kids, thats for those soulless midgets
I'm out on parole, 6 months, I stroll to visit every patrol that did it, stole their civic
hold em in it, the windows were rolled and tinted, told them to just hold a minute
I had to behold the physics as I set off the bomb and the car imploded with it
broke the hinges off a bridge and the car landed in the ocean with it
I can't go the distance? I can go as far as the sound on the microphones I spit in
even my tones proficient, my liquor habits alone show I ain't known for quittin
I have to come off the dome and pad, that is why the globe is shiftin
cuz the only jones i have, is to listen to myself rap as long as my earlobes permittin
here goes contrition, I'm covering up my sins and -- I ain't prone to knittin
I go the distance with a heros ambission -- sewn and stitchin
those holes I'm fixin, think deniro meets nixon, my whole soul is rippin, zero restriction
i go the distance, i go the distance, i go the distance
fuck these JV's the PRO'se consistent, I loathe ur flippin
know the words that make you choke when spittin, maybe its the dope ur hittin
too much TIVO? got you thinkin that you sold crack with coke convictions
a close depiction to Pachino, we are suppose to vision you selling Kilos? please, no
I'm on a covert mission, to expose the fiction, my flow is sicker than Ann Coulter pissin
more ridiculous than a one legged solider kicking a bi polar victim
my thoughts are mixed in with 151, and I'm suppose to be sober, drippin
moonshine all over the kitchen, only a fool drives on his own volition
I'm in no condition to ride, this is outrageous, putting the keys inside this old ignition
but I'm courageous, I gave myself sole permission, wasted, I'm still the greatest
follow the Hova religion, your an atheist, I won't even flow with a Christian
the basis because I don't even know a musician who doesn't hold a conviction
I've blacked out on the track, I'm all over it, listen, this scheme is so overwritten
smelling the aroma of vixens, I'm in a coma and twitching from a soma addition
cuz their is so much friction in my arms, my bones arent lifting, even my shoulders splittin
go throw my disk in, this is a piece of cake, without a moment sittin
my opponents dissin, not the same foes as before, oh no it isnt, bring your whole coalition
I wreck crews with cold precision, I know your next moves, you text dudes
log onto windows home edition, searching for your oldest writtens
I have the best news, your folders missin, you coming off the dome like a solar eclipse
in- a second the clips in, the cobras bitten, the supernovas twistin
explodes and hits him, that mediocre dissin don't fly, I'm so persistent like an old guy
so why, do you diss me, when I have no existence, oh my, my foes capricious
my intent is simple, though malicious I know the vicious flows ambitious
at times I control my itches, but fuck the whole religious scene, that we knows fictitious
stoning witches, I'd rather get stoned with bitches, I can show the difference
pastors only goal is digets, gold, and asshole visits, I'll close the business
soon they'll be getting towed on the road to riches when I expose the sickness
they have sunk below the fishes, shit I'm no jehovah witness getting drunk with loaded bitches
my omens wicked, the only thing I put below forgiveness is hoes to blow my thickness
I meant thickness, I could have said dick kids, thats for those soulless midgets
I'm out on parole, 6 months, I stroll to visit every patrol that did it, stole their civic
hold em in it, the windows were rolled and tinted, told them to just hold a minute
I had to behold the physics as I set off the bomb and the car imploded with it
broke the hinges off a bridge and the car landed in the ocean with it
I can't go the distance? I can go as far as the sound on the microphones I spit in
even my tones proficient, my liquor habits alone show I ain't known for quittin
I have to come off the dome and pad, that is why the globe is shiftin
cuz the only jones i have, is to listen to myself rap as long as my earlobes permittin
here goes contrition, I'm covering up my sins and -- I ain't prone to knittin
I go the distance with a heros ambission -- sewn and stitchin
those holes I'm fixin, think deniro meets nixon, my whole soul is rippin, zero restriction
i go the distance, i go the distance, i go the distance