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Old 09-15-2007, 07:07 PM   #55
J.T.S.
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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/[/QUOTE]



Orchestrated chops..blood symphony shots..Louis took my logic..
Naive native king..pulling strings melodic..
Mental planes chartered..by society regarded as outkasts..
My wrath lasts til babylon burn..to my firm blunts i pass..
No job slob..stacking stacks.. of tax-free cash..
Feds itching to scratch me like a rash..
Black trash...alcoholic like Tash..
Haters can kiss my ass after i pass gas..
Global trash spreading fast..the authors are sub-dued..
Super-nova tunes penned.. in a interragation room..
Super-sonic boom... goodtimes of the j.j. dynamite..
ladies on my wood like termites..
My eternal spits tight like 10 year dikes..
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My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah

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