Right now I'm robbing a thief and I'm fuckin a rapist/
when done I will go molest the sick priests
/am the kind who cant even walk through the metal detectors/
cause am hard, my rhyme is full of steel/
please call me the real man off steel/
to me Elvis was nobody, but just a sick man who wanted to be a lady/
fuck that! To me heaven is hear in earth for God is omnipresent
/ I dismiss what I don’t feel maybe hit you with some heel/
I was doing this before Joseph thot of lean back/
I was already telling bitches to ran that/
I am from a generation that does things for they dared us/
we don’t flock around in mass, we ain’t sheep!/
I have lived my life with basic objects/
and yet can still rhyming so long just like prospects/
I was long before the CDs replaced the cassettes/
and I do walk around with two CDs in my pocket/
one for the DJ and the other for BJ/
in my life I have faced battles and walked through and through/
some brothers when the talk of beef, its only on a cook out/
I need no judge for I know am a judge of my own…
No comments:
Post a Comment