lately some stuff in the game has just been
getting crazy

thought i write bout it
its not personal






Every rapper seems to have beef with a rapper
its senceless, showing respect is like pulling teeth from a rapper
ARE you a man first, or, are you a rapper?
penning your frustration in relation to a rapper
skill for skill, thats how u settle BS with a rapper
NOT yelling,... I WILL SHOOT UP YOUR LEXUS GS..........rapper!
saying, I know where your mom stay............is gay!!
I know where your girl lay and the kids play!!!.....yeah OK!
So, what are you doing is telling the public
about the crime you thinking about commiting.............no you BULLSH*TTING!!
Im just pullpitting, on what these rappers is spitting
alot of messy girl talk is what the fans is getting
Its getting out of hand...............grown azz man
lyrically rolling his eyes about what some rapper scanned
monkey wrenching another rappers plans, to feed his fam
is straight out the fag book, the ultimate bad look
You aint killing sh*t, but time!!!, you wasting ink
do us a favor, wait and think, b4 you rhyme about how a nigga blink
hoe sh*t and rhyming, I hate the link!!
thats a ugly jacket to wear, it aint the mink!!!
I booed your dis records and interviews
Im tired, plus i just wasnt in the mood.
for that...............real niggas aint into you
(F) what another rapper does, be into you
is that all you got? you sold alot, became hot
million dollar studio and this is what you jot??
next track!!!....im off to listen to something better
or should i just toss your CD all together?
from the neck up, you might not be all together
to me, it shows, you was a soft MC all together
I know women, who wouldnt give in, to whats written
about them, so...........whats that all about slim?
its childish, the wildness, thats spit, put out to hit
when that nigga leave your click or some sh*t
now you sick, you pick, up a pen and sit
he told you something personal, now you thinking thats its!!
you drop it, BUT THAT ONLY MAKE YOU A DICK...............

50 shots, but not from 50 cops
that night, i got, 41 more than what 50 got
they hit me hot, to my fiance', forget me not
I saw your tears at my burial, plot
I was aerial
I left from the first few shots, looking down on the block
as they popped, its like they couldnt stop
I stood off to the side and I watched, in shock
I didnt have a weapon, one of them said they saw a glock
NO, we was celabrating, me tying the knot
just dudes having fun, did i need to pack a gun?, did not.
Im way too young for this
I guess they shot so much, to garantee a hit
17 rounds, times 3 automatics, from 3 of the baddest
equals death, again, a NYPD tragic
take care of yourself, this was just my story to tell
I will now help watch over you............Sean Bell

no, i wasnt born with a silverspoon in my mouth
it was rats in the house, roaches on the couch
i had to hold that pain in, wasnt taught to say ouch
and if i didnt make it out, that was my fault
no friends, or family, that was my drought
i had to work for the dude in the mirror, that was my boss
where im from you gotta help your damn self
becus youll be asking for years for anothers mans help
though i cant lie, becus the young man wept
man i was alone, and thats what the young man felt
i quickly became a man, the young man left
i had to go out and get it, i gess the other young men slept
the rich trying to keep me locked out, but im making me a key
and thats too cold, but im making me some sleeves
some things aint right, but the Lords knows me
i stayed loyal to me, and thats what made me a G

they testing my patients, hatin'
statin', you aint better at creatin'
like my statements dont crack pavements
like the path they takin;, i aint pave it
when i say dont f wit me, obey it
or its the worms you lay wit
if you angry, you learn to pace it
if its LEAD this way i ERACE it
slick, im what oil tryin to be when it grows up
flow deep, approach witcha nose up
rappers dog paddle, when they battle
they not my concern, they dont matter

hey jon, r u gonna post on tha battle/

yes................................here it comes

cool

what we gon do, if we just stand around, we go lose
if we dont choose, to attack these fools
react to the dudes, that give us the blues
look to your common sence to give you the news
right now im bout to blow a fuse, so ima make a move
that make me use, my mind, what about you
instead of teaching one kid, what about two
this is food for thought, make sure you chew
what they doing aint new, it aint just affect a few
or a man in my crew, im demanding whats due
thats alot of respect, i get emotional when i reflect
being reject, because they thought they detect
something unequal in my intellect
some imma invest, my best

Im territorial, about my family
this nigga needs tutorial, or a memorial
knowing hes food like oreos, he insists on
seeing what it feels like being hit with the chrome
him was off base, so imma take him home
im really upset, so it want take me long
my gangsta get two thumbs up, dont mistake this for a poem
murder is my zone
i caught him alone, now look, hes talking faster then bone
quiet, because bastard, you was wrong
your thug aint mastered, you cloned
this is your casket, its where you belong
so take these two shots, so YOUR family can mourn
im in the hood, so your family can join

Man im in my on world, chilling
niggas is too serious, catching feelings
like his heart is broke, from what was spoke
and im like, what is this, a joke
fall back, fag, with all that, drag......queen
because on line you not mean
ill codine you, thats lean you, back
like my seats in the lac, why you lack
thats why you type that crap
the type that bite, ME, im geting a feeling
the niggas you dissin, is ghosting your CD
you a critic, AND CRITICS DONT GET IT
yao ming bars, yours midget
you a short hip hop cop, you a piglet
u less to me, im the best to me
the vet, in a vette, aiming above your vest B
dumb azz niggas trying to test me
chunking me to the dogs, DMX me
and thats sloppy, i hobby this, you off
i do this on my day off, YOU, just getting your gay off
who do you rate the fake, amgine, backwards is the meaning
i spit more than a chick MC who hate the taste of semen





bang

i woke this morning, stretched
made up my bed, fix me some breakfast next
said a prayer, to be bless, for waking me up
and giving me another chance, instead of taking me up
even though stress is braking me up
inside im hard, thanks to the Lord
found a razor to shave, grabbed the brush for my waves
nice fade, dont like the braids
straighten my house up, today its kinda dirty
the way it looked wasnt worthy
tablets and books, pencils and pens
towels, odds and ends, where do i begin
that was quick, now time for my abs
dont like the flab, six pack fool, though i dont like to brag
i survive in here, i dont like to ask
stone face, its been awhile since i laugh
i work on my math, and write my daughter
pen options to my lawyer, thats working on my quarter
you hear them animals, its like zoo in here
dude, i hope i dont see you in here
murders?.....last night............like two in here
i miss my gal, plus, i think about my crew in here
you hear that?........on the other teer (listen)
them fools got talent for making music in here
pull my suit from between the matress for a nice press
i was clean on the block, looking priceless
behind walls its diffrerent
its been awhile since a visit, i blame the long distance
im distant, but im a soldier, it can go down in an instant
niggas in here have murdered infants
i write when im bored, i would love to write on
but its getting late, ill holla back, when they cut the lights on

My oldest brother banged, he was cool
the coolest, and baddest dude and niggas knew it
OG, they called him, and only 21
kept himself with plenty guns, henny and rum
he would leave, tell me to chill, said i was too young
to go where he went, and i would vent
like...............WELL....... FORGET YOU THEN!!!
Imma tell mama, on you Ken...
but still stay up until my brother came in
i was 10, covered in red like my old head
twisting my fingers, lying in my bed
Im going to put some work in, lil Bro
he would say, then show up the next day
he and mom would wake me, fussing
she would say, YOU GON' END UP LIKE YOUR COUSIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and he did, because when I left for the bus the next morn
i found my brother dead on the front lawn

Dammit man!!!! Is that shit true jon?

I kick back on beats, charity
from these raps, you get the facts, On Me
age 10, I was like, you cats gon' see!!!!!!
08, bumping me, black Lac on Ds
extraordinary, Big Jon lengend
from the same block as Devin, veteren
better than whoever, with these letters man
said I would quit in 06, but it never ends
I cant, its a habit, my 2 cents, cinema
the finest HipHop, is what Im a member of
Bipolar MC, how you aint feeling us
I will never be wack, I aint giving up
Im alright with me, to you I dont mean nothing
but thats OK, I was Just Spazin On Sumthing