Originally Posted by J.T.S.
Steady bombing....so if ya'll want retrospect for life listen to Common
Savage sharp-shooters ..i'm stong arming.. my lady like Electra looking like Carmen..
Snap the bones in ya arm men..ur charmen soft shitty raps aren't charming..
Fallen from stallin'....shot-up..and crawling..
Squad in the hall...hauling bodies in trashbags..the time morning...
The treachery i was enjoying.. giving Scotty tissue.. to ya fam mourning..
Storm-in..doors..kick em in like Swat..wit firearms drawing..
Seeds born-in..crazy times.. so abortions happen half the time..
When ya peeps ask why your not walking..tell em if was J.T.S. that snapped ya spine out of line..
Yo JTS niceness man, everybody is killing this thread this thread almost rivals the shadowboxing dojo threaads peace too everyone killing it in here
Donít piss on me I ainít David Chappelle
I ainít R. Kelly Iím lyrically Celly Cell/
Bringing you all to my hell where I dwell
So fuck it if you failed one of my classes/
Iím the bastard lyricist that cha all hated on like I ainít the best
Didnít even wanna take me serious like Kanye West/
Now I had to persist and keep spitting those legit lyrics
Coming correct on every track making it more spectacular than the last/
Iím trying to go from the forums to the decorumís
Now thatís horrid coming from a place where emcees are the nicest/
Even in the situation I am in weíre still in a Gangster Loveís Crisis
How righteous is that despite cha dislikes I still got more drama/
I went to ask for advice I had various choices make a phone call
To the nearest talk show (nope), do some drugs and soak in my own pain/
Nope so I went to the family gave me a handy me down laundry list
Spit my wig gave the gist of what I was going through/
Mama had to ramble on; pops was steady consistent wit the knowledge
So I dug through my favorite records and began researching/
Once I returned to the booth I began to write the truth
Viewed it as I had the engineer rewind the tape and
It played back like memories constructed on a DVD/