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I fly past you real discrete, the streets might catch you in the gutta, White Chapel
Point the nine at you, take all ya belongings, a couple eight balls, a wallet, man I’m on it
Leave a nigga face bald and Onyx’d, I don’t give a fuck if he don’t break laws I promise
To take all, I’m honest, I derived from in the gutta, all the violence and the guns
Make me wanna wet a nigga like a hydrant in the summer, But see I aint tryin to be a
Nigga servin life or dyin by the heata, but bitches aint shit, the Ripper had the right idea,
Slicin em up, I invite em to come, tryin and rhyme with the Gut, cause see you aint hard
Or ever been intertwined with the drugs, it’s just the life that I trust cuz why would I lust
For a spot in the office, when I can rob for the profit and leave ya clothes dotted with blotches
And continue with infrared plots on ya noggin, ya boy Gutta came from the bottom of bottoms
I was usually appearing, a lil boy who was used to fearing, the fight, now enlighted
By Buddhist theories, I’m fightin’ to improve my chi, Gutta deeper than roots and trees
Just need ink to bleed on the loosened leaves, regroup my pleas, so God can hear em
An Inner city kid, immune to the Modern era, with an image not reflected by a mirror
Well respected by the peers who grew up on the other side of fear, where fuckin violence nears
Ya, hear the snare drums, taste the hip hop, and embrace the way we talk slick
Like the pavement of the faces that dropped and were traced by how the chalk stick
Cuz a life or death situation might leave ya breath taken, not knowin if ya next step
Will intersect fate, I intercept fake and skip to the next date, cause I’m a fightin nigga
But never below the belt, fuck hittin up the holdin cell its all about how ya hold yaself

I fly past you real discrete, the streets might catch you in the gutta, White Chapel
Point the nine at you, take all ya belongings, a couple eight balls, a wallet, man I’m on it
Leave a nigga face bald and Onyx’d, I don’t give a fuck if he don’t break laws I promise
To take all, I’m honest, I derived from in the gutta, all the violence and the guns
Make me wanna wet a nigga like a hydrant in the summer,


Stitched Together Pretty Well, good flow tough lyrics

By Buddhist theories, I’m fightin’ to improve my chi, Gutta deeper than roots and trees
Just need ink to bleed on the loosened leaves, regroup my pleas, so God can hear em
An Inner city kid, immune to the Modern era, with an image not reflected by a mirror
Well respected by the peers who grew up on the other side of fear, where fuckin violence nears
Ya, hear the snare drums, taste the hip hop, and embrace the way we talk slick
Like the pavement of the faces that dropped and were traced by how the chalk stick


Lyrics picked up here. Still Kept good Flow.




Cuz a life or death situation might leave ya breath taken, not knowin if ya next step
Will intersect fate, I intercept fake and skip to the next date, cause I’m a fightin nigga
But never below the belt, fuck hittin up the holdin cell its all about how ya hold yaself


Message sort took a up turn, good Flow.. Stitched nice

Make me wanna wet a nigga like a hydrant in the summer

The Famus Hydrant Line Aha!

I was usually appearing, a lil boy who was used to fearing, the fight, now enlighted
By Buddhist theories, I’m fightin’ to improve my chi, Gutta deeper than roots and trees

Written Well...Tho The Roots Tree Line Also Is A Classic

Just need ink to bleed on the loosened leaves, regroup my pleas, so God can hear em
An Inner city kid, immune to the Modern era, with an image not reflected by a mirror
Well respected by the peers who grew up on the other side of fear, where fuckin violence nears

I Also Like This Group Of Lines Here.. Good Word Usage There...

I Used to write street shit all the time so this drop was refreshing for me.. if u can put this verse on a track with proper flow it would hit... nice like drop here

This was purdy nice the whole Long Bar style
I remember a lot of old dudes using this style
flow wasn't really there, well maybe it was???!?!?!
either way I was digging the usage of every word in this
some of the things you said were played, kinda like what Flip was talking bout
either way, you seem to be elevating, I remember your pieces
so all you gotta do now is shorten it up, and get...clever
alot of lines you coulda used nicer, so just work on that my dude
you can take ordinary stuff you see daily and memorize it
and try to incorporate it into a punch, depending on what it is
you can't just say shit like....

My cousin Mary, used to be on drugs and barely
made it from.......well nevermind....real life shit we can relate to....

hmmmm I don't know how to explain really....
just keep working at it, and KEEP WRITING...peace