pt
09-02-2003, 10:44 PM
to me music is like-
a fucken feeling u get when ur
felling like shit a certain
song just comes to ur head when
u want everyone dead when u go to sleep
whisin' u die in asleep in ur bed u know-the
going trough the bad times seen 2 many
bad crimes all u got to turn to is rhymes
like these that put u at ease it's like a pain killer
when u get shot fixes u up right at the spot!
An u know u wanna go out and do something
crazy or just get some drugs and get blazzy
but sum times shit holds u back it's like in the back of ur
brain u know somethig bad's gonna happen
so u keep on rappin' u ignore every hoe it's focus
time for me just working on my flow let u know
my lyricist part of my mind will grow yours will disolve
if u don't pay attention mine will evolve with full
concentration behind i leave bitches with hateration
nothing but imitation in this town people think i'm a
fucken clown make me frown and just wanna let loose
hit u with this bottle of boose and just get smakced u c
i get a lot of criticisim where i'm from cuz i'm mexican
me rapping just sounds dumb but when u hear me
i'll make ur ears numb let u listen to me if u boo me
u don't know me if u knew me u would know that
i got skills baking people burning them like paddy's on grills
i don't do drugs and i don't pop pills but i do got the balls
to do whatever's at my will when i fucken get mad
i don't wanna chill i just feel ill like i wanna kill someone i hate
sumbody who dosen't know how 2 appriciate
modafuckers sure do know how to hate
Go ahead call me a wet-back but u better step back and
get ready to get
craked and get shot with this gat and this bat so
what i did illegally cross da border but know i'm here
to knock ur brain outta order u can't put a price
on me but i'll sell u for a quarter i don't know why
the fuck they call me a wetback i came in a car i'll make u shiver
like a fucken bulleted nigger i never crossed trough a river
now get ready for these rhymes
i'm about to deliver-if u people in my town wanna throw it down let's
take it to the center of town's where everyone's at
cuz these clowns think i'm funny but
i fight for respect never fucken for money i'll
play u like a trumpet and a drumb set but hold up- i
ain't done yet i'm still rapping to these beats
while your being a fucken pussy hiding under ur sheets!
i came up with that while i was typing didn't stop to think that's skills for u
i'm sick i got a cold and i gotta go eat tell me what u think .
o yeah don't try anything funny now this shit is copy righted
a fucken feeling u get when ur
felling like shit a certain
song just comes to ur head when
u want everyone dead when u go to sleep
whisin' u die in asleep in ur bed u know-the
going trough the bad times seen 2 many
bad crimes all u got to turn to is rhymes
like these that put u at ease it's like a pain killer
when u get shot fixes u up right at the spot!
An u know u wanna go out and do something
crazy or just get some drugs and get blazzy
but sum times shit holds u back it's like in the back of ur
brain u know somethig bad's gonna happen
so u keep on rappin' u ignore every hoe it's focus
time for me just working on my flow let u know
my lyricist part of my mind will grow yours will disolve
if u don't pay attention mine will evolve with full
concentration behind i leave bitches with hateration
nothing but imitation in this town people think i'm a
fucken clown make me frown and just wanna let loose
hit u with this bottle of boose and just get smakced u c
i get a lot of criticisim where i'm from cuz i'm mexican
me rapping just sounds dumb but when u hear me
i'll make ur ears numb let u listen to me if u boo me
u don't know me if u knew me u would know that
i got skills baking people burning them like paddy's on grills
i don't do drugs and i don't pop pills but i do got the balls
to do whatever's at my will when i fucken get mad
i don't wanna chill i just feel ill like i wanna kill someone i hate
sumbody who dosen't know how 2 appriciate
modafuckers sure do know how to hate
Go ahead call me a wet-back but u better step back and
get ready to get
craked and get shot with this gat and this bat so
what i did illegally cross da border but know i'm here
to knock ur brain outta order u can't put a price
on me but i'll sell u for a quarter i don't know why
the fuck they call me a wetback i came in a car i'll make u shiver
like a fucken bulleted nigger i never crossed trough a river
now get ready for these rhymes
i'm about to deliver-if u people in my town wanna throw it down let's
take it to the center of town's where everyone's at
cuz these clowns think i'm funny but
i fight for respect never fucken for money i'll
play u like a trumpet and a drumb set but hold up- i
ain't done yet i'm still rapping to these beats
while your being a fucken pussy hiding under ur sheets!
i came up with that while i was typing didn't stop to think that's skills for u
i'm sick i got a cold and i gotta go eat tell me what u think .
o yeah don't try anything funny now this shit is copy righted