| TehPandaKing |
12-02-2007 16:48 |
Rap music is sudden aint it, the way these pictures is painted;
You swear these nukkas is dangerous, the gangsta **** they be sayin';
Lock em up in the booth with a halfa ounce of that cannibus,
Sittin' back and watch the outlandish **** they betrayin'
But, soon as you see em they freeze em up like in museums,
Them statues you like "Is that the dude who said he was gonna POP!"
Nukkas get runnin' before you finish your sentence,
And then they back to riffin' when they off in a safe distance;
You like, "you was just here, you disappeared like magicians, in thin air"
Im like damn, nukka, at least keep it consistent;
I hear you baitin' me lately, I been doin my best just to stay hater-free;
Still watch what you say to me!
Sooner or later, I take you up on your offer and put you all in your place like I'm replacin' ya father,
You talkin' to the author, the architect of the blue-print;
My DNA in ya music, motha****er, are you stupid?
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