Gh0$T
08-24-2003, 09:48 AM
Words Drilled into a child when he was growing up/
threatend 2 b killed jumped and piled led 2 throwing up/
Didnt know the reason why he was so hated/
found out they was being rascist/
ask dadday what this meant/
talkin 2 him he spent/
like...2 hours/
then the white man turned sour/
got him walkin round chantin panther power/
got his ass beaten more and he wasnt sure/
when he was gettin kicked on the floor/
blood pourin and a broken jaw/
Had to learn to fight/
Rhyming all night/
readin till his shit was tight/
got an education/
other people on they playstation/
One Day white boy tryna jack him/
thought fuck this so he straight smacked him/
and boy it felt so good/
beat thiz jon up in his own hood/
but he misunderstood/
what it would and could do/
thiz couldve got him killed/
instead he mixed wit tha wrong shit and chilled
Im stuck in a slump i feel like shit,
im fucked like a chump 4 real this is it,
sweating sitting alone,in this place i call home,
no-1 dialling im waiting by my phone,
Stuck infront of the same old screen,
im sixteen,on till 4am got me drinking cafeen,
silent screams, plays in my head like a dopefene,
theres so much i aint seen, i aint smoked the green,
since i was fifthteen,my heads bounching like a trampoline,
fingers yellow like the submarine,
by the way it was my 16th thursday haha,
so theoretically,
my rhymes are genetically proven to be sympathetically,
using words, in each verse,dont know the meaning,or reason,why im using em, abusing em,im in a curse,
anyone suck dick ill reimburse!,
you dont gotta clue how many peices of paper ive thrown,
to 2 get up on the throne,
i need a steppin stone, who got back bone,
call up fellow soldier, 'man my rhymes are getting older',
he says 'i got something that'll scold ya'
he spits his lyrics, and makes gimmicks,
screams how many licks, throws out his dick,
gets the attention of about...nine,
gets more bitches when hes online,
nah im just playin man u in ya prime,
ya time, to shine, to spit grime
threatend 2 b killed jumped and piled led 2 throwing up/
Didnt know the reason why he was so hated/
found out they was being rascist/
ask dadday what this meant/
talkin 2 him he spent/
like...2 hours/
then the white man turned sour/
got him walkin round chantin panther power/
got his ass beaten more and he wasnt sure/
when he was gettin kicked on the floor/
blood pourin and a broken jaw/
Had to learn to fight/
Rhyming all night/
readin till his shit was tight/
got an education/
other people on they playstation/
One Day white boy tryna jack him/
thought fuck this so he straight smacked him/
and boy it felt so good/
beat thiz jon up in his own hood/
but he misunderstood/
what it would and could do/
thiz couldve got him killed/
instead he mixed wit tha wrong shit and chilled
Im stuck in a slump i feel like shit,
im fucked like a chump 4 real this is it,
sweating sitting alone,in this place i call home,
no-1 dialling im waiting by my phone,
Stuck infront of the same old screen,
im sixteen,on till 4am got me drinking cafeen,
silent screams, plays in my head like a dopefene,
theres so much i aint seen, i aint smoked the green,
since i was fifthteen,my heads bounching like a trampoline,
fingers yellow like the submarine,
by the way it was my 16th thursday haha,
so theoretically,
my rhymes are genetically proven to be sympathetically,
using words, in each verse,dont know the meaning,or reason,why im using em, abusing em,im in a curse,
anyone suck dick ill reimburse!,
you dont gotta clue how many peices of paper ive thrown,
to 2 get up on the throne,
i need a steppin stone, who got back bone,
call up fellow soldier, 'man my rhymes are getting older',
he says 'i got something that'll scold ya'
he spits his lyrics, and makes gimmicks,
screams how many licks, throws out his dick,
gets the attention of about...nine,
gets more bitches when hes online,
nah im just playin man u in ya prime,
ya time, to shine, to spit grime