BLOOD, SWEAT, NO TEARS
Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 4:50 am
Life's a bitch but I embrace it, its luck, n pops got it shady man
His life was in the balance, but I still dropped against Ladysam
Been over that before, im saying my dedications worth mentioning
I dropped against Hazard, the next day in court facing ma sentencing
Probation, lucky but the conviction got me dispatched from college
As much as I`ve tried, my self control never did match my knowledge
Dumb! i thought stealing car radios was my ticket out of poverty
Numb! I thought to take a knife in the stomach n pick it out is loyalty
Stab him back, startin to realise that the picture painted`s nonsense
Its no big deal, im non religious so I can live with a tainted conscience
But I aint crying, no tears, im not the man if u want some emotion
Its nothin, the blood on my hands is just another drop in the ocean
Commotion, back in the day I was a meathead I was raised a scrapper
Now smarter, but I've still got more street cred than ya favourite rapper
Perversely proud of that, blazed in the crib is now where u find me
Puttin the bullshit behind me, but these wounds serve to remind me
That I took it and dished it out, in the street armed with a hammer
When i had no computer, now rather I'd coz harm with ma grammar
First drop in the Concepts, switched it up, headin for a better me?
Nah, no love raps, Me & My Girlfirend was a metaphor for ecstasy
Fuck audio, text battler, if its dumb why speak what can-be-wrote
Its time to slow down, livin life too fast, I guess weed is the antidote
So i get Blazed
These blood shot eyes mask the clear thoughts thats behind them
Untapped rhyme gems, but I gotta smoke a quarter ounze to find them
His life was in the balance, but I still dropped against Ladysam
Been over that before, im saying my dedications worth mentioning
I dropped against Hazard, the next day in court facing ma sentencing
Probation, lucky but the conviction got me dispatched from college
As much as I`ve tried, my self control never did match my knowledge
Dumb! i thought stealing car radios was my ticket out of poverty
Numb! I thought to take a knife in the stomach n pick it out is loyalty
Stab him back, startin to realise that the picture painted`s nonsense
Its no big deal, im non religious so I can live with a tainted conscience
But I aint crying, no tears, im not the man if u want some emotion
Its nothin, the blood on my hands is just another drop in the ocean
Commotion, back in the day I was a meathead I was raised a scrapper
Now smarter, but I've still got more street cred than ya favourite rapper
Perversely proud of that, blazed in the crib is now where u find me
Puttin the bullshit behind me, but these wounds serve to remind me
That I took it and dished it out, in the street armed with a hammer
When i had no computer, now rather I'd coz harm with ma grammar
First drop in the Concepts, switched it up, headin for a better me?
Nah, no love raps, Me & My Girlfirend was a metaphor for ecstasy
Fuck audio, text battler, if its dumb why speak what can-be-wrote
Its time to slow down, livin life too fast, I guess weed is the antidote
So i get Blazed
These blood shot eyes mask the clear thoughts thats behind them
Untapped rhyme gems, but I gotta smoke a quarter ounze to find them