2011 Comes Early
3 Tracks from the upcoming 2011 Mixtape, "Deliverance" Mixtape name may change before January 4th 2011!
I See Da Light
I see da light, I see your eyes, I know my mind, is down for da ride/ Down for da fight, catch me steppin in and out the night, green doja in my pipe/ Microphone Check 1,2,3,4,5/ Da last time I checked I wrecked in this bitch live/ Made this one chick blow up on all the inside/ Was bout to die, in a second but I, stopped my lyrical direction, and decided to resign/ Not retire I pick it up another time, where I quickly shift my rhyme to enlighten da youth cuz the truth the future is around/ The close and near corner , let me be ya new teacher, text books become auido speakers/ A foreiner wit a folder, represent blue prints of operations even colda/ Of past tense historical events, of extorition, drug users become abusers of the gat/ Facin the iron bars hard betta get ya stats/ Pushs ups and Bench press is da best thats gon make ya sweat/ Scwap hard I bet anotha nigga break your neck, teachin a lesson of respect, niggaz gon see they death/ Right about now I'm da Arizona Flame Throwa, layin it down could be marijuana seed grower, up in my town but right now I blow doja, then gettin to spittin underground like I've always known it/ Every single day, I play in a field of bombs make way with a lethal song it's in Tucson thats the Kindom where da King on da Thrown/ Golden Microphone check one two, lyrical heater make sweat cell move, fastster on forheads then white blood cells chase red/ Cure infection when the tempature rises complete disinagration, facin a new day making an exit out 2k10/
WT2K11 Fuk Fake Friendz
Fuk fake friends, it's a scripture writin wit a chisle in concrete can ya image the picture/ and don't speak, on me cuz G that would be weak, I kick and turn the other cheek, and fuck your bitch under the sheets/ I run this shit, like a King da crown on my head, try to take it, break it, I shake nuthing but that lead/ It's my daily occupations, helps me stack up on that bread, and grab grain da same synonmy that was just said/ The Grain is in my bread and I eat if for the starch, It keeps bulk like da hulk against yall niggaz don't wanna start/ I bring the drama, meet me at the park, better bring your crew to back up you, but I'ma be rippin em all apart/ Better blaze your last haze cuz I'ma hollowin out your heart, throw it up on da grill for real, cookin all day and after dark/ It's a mysterious spark, comin up out the game, better maintain your fame, cuz these niggaz gon realize you fake/ Basically I've been lowkey up on da streets, but lately I'm back to reclaim my victory/ Explicted Flictures of Grafitti is all that you seeing, Wit a slash right in da center of your letters fuck you human beings/ You better belive me, I'm coming for you, beat your ass and do what it do, stomp your face and I paint up on you, make ya faint take a photo of you now it's all about makin you look like a fool take you to school, back track and serve it up with a lesson, constant guessin and stressin, is da life da most niggaz livin, but me I know what correct is, I can find out the answers I make these pussy muthafukas sufer worse then some cancer/ Biatch!
Lately
Lately I've been wanting the Money, Lately ya'll niggaz been lookin real funny/ Like ya wanna stab me in my back/ Like ya wanna steal all my raps/ And use em for anotha day, on anotha beat, on anotha stage, we on anotha page, take all the credit without givin none to me/ Thats not Cool, I'ma act Fool, and take these niggaz to school/
Participation up in the rap instrudry is a dedication to my dick and balls and these punk muthafukas wanna talk down on a nigga like AyDe/ I'm like pay me, get the fuk out my way G, I write my freestyles like I light my blunt weed/ and best believe it's green, nothing like that swag mersh that grows from the earth as a dirty seed/ It's a fukin murda scene, lyrical Infablue beam, comin through too scream, and hmmm bullets all up on your muthafuckin ass, when I'm here in Tucson drop bombs, spit songs, get high off of the best grass/ And I everlast, I wrote this rap but I spit vicious freestyles of clips, hit a nigga in da dome and watch it split, I gotta get it on like a bomb that tick/ Half these muthafuckas are on my dick, the other 50% is bent, hatin bout to get hit like a dent from rock to an alluminum tent/
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