was high as hell one night in my crib, had peoples over the whole nine, so i started typin about evrything around me and wat came to my mind as we were all talking

started typin, describin, smokin a j to catch z's hold the hyphen
see my pen, lights sin, shows heaven to blind men
D's high wit next of kin, like shots of gin to mexicans
i blessed the wind, sexed her then, kicked her out the crib again
random thoughts from my fingers signal my entrance like bell ringers hittin
phantom's parked by the women singers, same color as eggs from chickens
dont know why these thoughts came, maybe too much smoke to the brain
wont go insane, but if provoked by a lame, his life's down the drain
so when your poor(pour) it rains, but no umbrellas for the hood
whores bend dealers for fame, cunt'll kill em' if she could
swore the devil danced in my room, bore the mark of death's moon
lured my hands into prayer no time soon, lost like a m.i.a.'d platoon
dont know if the blunt talkin, or the killers outside walkin
but somethin eerie's callin, cuz the reaper's at my window stalkin

nice shit i like concidering u where high lol

but it was nice stay up

Yo Dap go vote in the Who Wanna Battle thread... That shit was while you were high?

ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

NICE

VERSE

good shit dap good shit