Whateva
Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 1:04 pm
Know every bar you spits’ like infant’s fragile cartilage/
Shallow, wit no substance, hence being nonsense to martyr it/
After my lyrics slaughter it wit rhythm out my parliament/
Cuz most dudes just be punks and don’t really want no part of it/
In real life scenarios, it useless when comparing hoes/
Thinkin that their special but ain’t never seen the rarest flows/
Written for the rippin of these kindred tricks that’s wishin they could vision ammunitions’ trajectory before it hit em/
I deeper in investigative methods while you order clues/
Hopin to invest an innovation so your borders move/
But opinions are just point of views, perspectives on appointed rules that, when I doubt, wit float a few cronies toward the sword I use/
To cut out these idiots wit idioms I’m shippin to oblivions where wimps shouldn’t expect that any pity comes/
Gotta lyrical skill I don’t need to prove anyone/
Its child play, still murdering targets you’re busy on/
My life’s work, close deaths, jail time, drug sets, real fights, lost loves, do you need a hug yet?/
Then prolly best to not bitch on a cat you just met/
Unless you want hurt feelings, I’ll give enough stress/
My freeform poetry incorporates factoids/
That open the eyes of dumb kids thinkin they bad boys/
Retarded thugs on the internet for their last choice/
To get hard body are smoked fast like a passed joint/
I could care less I’m care less, it aint me you can embarrass/
Young minds wanna be raw, but learn they can’t bear it/
Get some experience and knowledge in your carriage/
Before you start makin threats, guessing you’ve induced terror/
Shallow, wit no substance, hence being nonsense to martyr it/
After my lyrics slaughter it wit rhythm out my parliament/
Cuz most dudes just be punks and don’t really want no part of it/
In real life scenarios, it useless when comparing hoes/
Thinkin that their special but ain’t never seen the rarest flows/
Written for the rippin of these kindred tricks that’s wishin they could vision ammunitions’ trajectory before it hit em/
I deeper in investigative methods while you order clues/
Hopin to invest an innovation so your borders move/
But opinions are just point of views, perspectives on appointed rules that, when I doubt, wit float a few cronies toward the sword I use/
To cut out these idiots wit idioms I’m shippin to oblivions where wimps shouldn’t expect that any pity comes/
Gotta lyrical skill I don’t need to prove anyone/
Its child play, still murdering targets you’re busy on/
My life’s work, close deaths, jail time, drug sets, real fights, lost loves, do you need a hug yet?/
Then prolly best to not bitch on a cat you just met/
Unless you want hurt feelings, I’ll give enough stress/
My freeform poetry incorporates factoids/
That open the eyes of dumb kids thinkin they bad boys/
Retarded thugs on the internet for their last choice/
To get hard body are smoked fast like a passed joint/
I could care less I’m care less, it aint me you can embarrass/
Young minds wanna be raw, but learn they can’t bear it/
Get some experience and knowledge in your carriage/
Before you start makin threats, guessing you’ve induced terror/