lesson learned
Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 3:25 pm
I learned to be a man by keeping hands to myself
If you were smart you'd understand, keep ya man on the shelf
cause i'm bad for ya health, better yet worse for ya well being
i'm merely a criminal retelling what i'm seeing
irony's when you got more shit then when your fucking dreaming
reality's when ya wake up they don't understand your meaning
even when your screaming at 'em and pleading with them to listen
cause you ain't even spitting fire, you're fucking spitting fission
words splitting atoms and i ain't talking about genesis
a haters rhyme is like a shitty story time , can we finish this
your hoe's giving head and i need to leave like some lettuce bitch
running with an army, show respect to my regiments
my legacy will be my minds complexity
so even when i die they'll never get the best of me
hard times make me put the kush in like a sofa
it's game over when stepping to the backwood soldier
Statics making moves like a fucking chess piece
you gonna need more then words just to impress me
money over bitches unless he wants to test me
it's depressing when a man can't can't share his blessing
as a matter of fact the mad hatter is back scattering blasts
always on E but I never ever get gassed
quick to catch a charge like a battery pack
could we ever get over that or would you overreact
when i do return, i scream i'm back like a spinal chord
no dj, so you'll get scratched like vinyl floor
If you were smart you'd understand, keep ya man on the shelf
cause i'm bad for ya health, better yet worse for ya well being
i'm merely a criminal retelling what i'm seeing
irony's when you got more shit then when your fucking dreaming
reality's when ya wake up they don't understand your meaning
even when your screaming at 'em and pleading with them to listen
cause you ain't even spitting fire, you're fucking spitting fission
words splitting atoms and i ain't talking about genesis
a haters rhyme is like a shitty story time , can we finish this
your hoe's giving head and i need to leave like some lettuce bitch
running with an army, show respect to my regiments
my legacy will be my minds complexity
so even when i die they'll never get the best of me
hard times make me put the kush in like a sofa
it's game over when stepping to the backwood soldier
Statics making moves like a fucking chess piece
you gonna need more then words just to impress me
money over bitches unless he wants to test me
it's depressing when a man can't can't share his blessing
as a matter of fact the mad hatter is back scattering blasts
always on E but I never ever get gassed
quick to catch a charge like a battery pack
could we ever get over that or would you overreact
when i do return, i scream i'm back like a spinal chord
no dj, so you'll get scratched like vinyl floor