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heres what i put down last weekend when i was drunk at a lil backyard brawl about an overweight individual named joe p (517 records) his lable is horrible so i thought i let him know here it is with a lil poem at the end for yall
There’s a time when you don’t need game and a time when you do
The music industry proves this to be true
Keep spitting your style and you wont make it through
The kids that make up your crew get no respect
So why you running with a group of rejects
The kind of tarts that need those binocular specs
With their x-ray vision they could have seen the rhymes they were stealing
Their shit’s cheap like a used car salesmen wheeling and dealing
But if you try now you might be able to start the healing
Might be able to get the salt wounds sealing
Unlike me im one of a kind
Make up my own lines straight from my mind
Poetic flows like this are had to find
Could have had me on your team but you didn’t have the time
You where caught up in your own mystery
But now your swished and spit out just like Listerine
Your shit will never make close to history
When you think you know my style I grab and twist it
Just cuz you can’t follow a path that’s unlisted
An unknown style and you cant list it
Can’t document it
By the time you’ve heard the skill I’ve already bent it
Altered the reality
Changed the future and now your in agony
Isn’t it a tragedy
Something like Romeo and Juliet
Can’t bother me I’ll roll you up like a marijuana cigarette
Just to smoke your bitch ass
Tried for dannielle Hoskins and she straight up said pass
You can’t fondle a woman because of your mass
You’ve been shut down by every girl in the junior class
Seniors, sophomores, freshman too
My neighbor the whore even said no to you
"the rose that grew from the concrete"
did you hear about the rose that grew from the crack in the concrete
proving natures law is wrong, it learned to walk without having feet
funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams it learned to breath fresh air
long live the rose that grew from the concrete when noone else cared
-Tupac shakur- R.I.P
There’s a time when you don’t need game and a time when you do
The music industry proves this to be true
Keep spitting your style and you wont make it through
The kids that make up your crew get no respect
So why you running with a group of rejects
The kind of tarts that need those binocular specs
With their x-ray vision they could have seen the rhymes they were stealing
Their shit’s cheap like a used car salesmen wheeling and dealing
But if you try now you might be able to start the healing
Might be able to get the salt wounds sealing
Unlike me im one of a kind
Make up my own lines straight from my mind
Poetic flows like this are had to find
Could have had me on your team but you didn’t have the time
You where caught up in your own mystery
But now your swished and spit out just like Listerine
Your shit will never make close to history
When you think you know my style I grab and twist it
Just cuz you can’t follow a path that’s unlisted
An unknown style and you cant list it
Can’t document it
By the time you’ve heard the skill I’ve already bent it
Altered the reality
Changed the future and now your in agony
Isn’t it a tragedy
Something like Romeo and Juliet
Can’t bother me I’ll roll you up like a marijuana cigarette
Just to smoke your bitch ass
Tried for dannielle Hoskins and she straight up said pass
You can’t fondle a woman because of your mass
You’ve been shut down by every girl in the junior class
Seniors, sophomores, freshman too
My neighbor the whore even said no to you
"the rose that grew from the concrete"
did you hear about the rose that grew from the crack in the concrete
proving natures law is wrong, it learned to walk without having feet
funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams it learned to breath fresh air
long live the rose that grew from the concrete when noone else cared
-Tupac shakur- R.I.P