J.T.S.
01-31-2009, 01:39 PM
Verse one
i make consumers listen to less sell-out for the airwaves guaranteed sucess
addict of beats, and mics my rhymes have splattered the best
sets scattered depressed as i pressed on slapboxed those who cling -on
Robbed with bling on you chickens jumping on beds the season to spring on
Kid your not a lyricist who the fuck takes you serious?
Nearing this industrial revolution bloody your style after your periods cops spot my executions
Insiders in institutions trooping to trampled life's canceled
Unable to handle the blowout like birthday candles
Ammo in the back pocket loaded into the rocket
Before i blast off hand over your wallet
And your cellphone too the robbery you can't call it
In nowadays these kids will die to win
so let the battle begin heathens, demons, gods, and maskedmen
Killingfields bone riddled i'm dropping riddles within
deep in sin preying after slaying followers disobeying
While you brush your teeth with aim i'm aiming
Staying hot claiming spot chicken sweat me for the pot
dickriders sweat me for the shots in the streets respect i get alot
when the moon turns black they'll know who got the props
Fiends used to flock because i had the biggest rocks
Busting chops open snitches last sight the gun smoking
the mic burner best believe the sun's spoken
Leaving all contenders backs broken for provoking this no joking
well spoken spokesman
Dissing my rhymes would even make Meth say to them what's that shit they be smoking??
i make consumers listen to less sell-out for the airwaves guaranteed sucess
addict of beats, and mics my rhymes have splattered the best
sets scattered depressed as i pressed on slapboxed those who cling -on
Robbed with bling on you chickens jumping on beds the season to spring on
Kid your not a lyricist who the fuck takes you serious?
Nearing this industrial revolution bloody your style after your periods cops spot my executions
Insiders in institutions trooping to trampled life's canceled
Unable to handle the blowout like birthday candles
Ammo in the back pocket loaded into the rocket
Before i blast off hand over your wallet
And your cellphone too the robbery you can't call it
In nowadays these kids will die to win
so let the battle begin heathens, demons, gods, and maskedmen
Killingfields bone riddled i'm dropping riddles within
deep in sin preying after slaying followers disobeying
While you brush your teeth with aim i'm aiming
Staying hot claiming spot chicken sweat me for the pot
dickriders sweat me for the shots in the streets respect i get alot
when the moon turns black they'll know who got the props
Fiends used to flock because i had the biggest rocks
Busting chops open snitches last sight the gun smoking
the mic burner best believe the sun's spoken
Leaving all contenders backs broken for provoking this no joking
well spoken spokesman
Dissing my rhymes would even make Meth say to them what's that shit they be smoking??