No games played, playing ya players like a play
Slaying slayers who wanna slay me for the wordplay
Words spray ocean spray, styling militant on Broadway
Bomb day-light, until the sun drop, i receive the ray-light
Make amatuers break like they never ran before
Waxing ya fam on floors
stealing on ya like boosters in department stores
No love for heartless whores, who want knicks to explore my prick
Hit a hater with a stick, violent silent treatment tactics
Constipated as i drop shit, blowing up the cock-pit
Every bars considerd a hot topic
Turf Defender practicing in the park wit the gods
Body scarred from the blows i felt as we sparred
I'm not Uncle L, but my award will be the vanguard
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My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Last edited by J.T.S.; 07-30-2007 at 12:05 PM.
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