The pen leaks my soul and my heart, The marker and can declare my art, From the start it seems that something was wrong, I constantly wondered why I had no where to belong, I came home one night and my moms was gone, Attention in the end isn't the only thing I will have drawn, I'm convinced I'm an insomniac because I can't slumber, Dyslexic that's why I lose count of my sheep's number, Depressed but the average person can't see the type of stress we're under, Wise beyond our years thats why others seem younger, Not anorexic but you can feel my hunger, They told me maybe I was autistic, Well maybe that'd explain why I'm artistic, I'm going crazy upstairs two steps away from being ballistic, I'm too complex thats why it's hard to act simplistic, I'm sinking at rock bottom thats explains my lowness, No consistent bed you know thats why we feel homeless, I don't know where home is, If we had ADD that'd explain why we can't keep focus, We're Desolate thats why its hard not to be hopeless, I don't have time for you to ask me what I think, I don't have time to spare to let this air dry this ink, I'm walking the ledge I'm on the brink, I like swimming with the Geese thats why I drink, I don't smoke because it would make me constantly rethink, A large world decision, So try to envision, My world from where I'm sittin, Stop for a second and take time to listen, What would you do if you were in my position, Like you know food wasn't the only thing ever cooked in our kitchen, And I'm not writing this shit just to be bitchin', I just hope you catch the idea that I'm pitchin', We were made for more than a 9-5 thats why we think different, Hard to love because early on I learned it was a hoax, It's clear to me you're under stress when you smoke, My only goal with this shit is too evoke, I remain quiet thats why I've barely spoke, Until now but people who thinks this is a joke, Who still thinks refeers hard and never seen someone slam or cook coke, We were brought up around that shit by our kinfolk, Only escapes were either drugs, music, or making paint strokes, I'm so weary from trying to climb these slopes, Walking these ropes, I need money fast because I can't remain being broke, You speak your mind thats why they call you outspoken, Apparently from my life I've just awoken, Because all my dreams suddenly seem to have been broken, Architect technically baroque 'em, If you ask me too many sailors and not enough captains, Too much talk and not enough action, Social outcast played OutKast, The day Michael passed, I'm so sorry Mrs. Jackson, What the fuck else can happen, Because this has escalated way past me just rappin', Not in Hollywood so you know we're not actin', You know that bottle I'll be passin', I'm out at last to outlast them, Too many Indians and not enough Chiefs, Thats why we stay close to Captain and fly with the Geese, Lived my whole fucking life in the NorthEast, Can't seem to find the Beauty within the Beast, I have ceased to achieve peace, Piece of mind, They all want a piece of mine, Never had a Nickel for my thought and sure never had a Dime, Two cents is all I ever had but my Lincolns shine, I'm telling you now we're gonna make it with or without the co-sign, In due time we'll be watching the sun set behind the skyline, We live on the field they play the sideline, Drunk off Moonshine as we watch the Moon shine, We fill in all the blanks while they trace the outline, But for now I seem to be out of time, As this just happens to be the realest shit I ever wrote, And soon to be the realest shit I'll have ever spoke.... Ghost.
Militan straightedge This is Hell on earth, I’ve been dead since birth, Can’t be the first, and im feelin my worst, Send you home in an all black hearse, smiling like im doctor doom Firing shots at the moon, there’s no wiggle room, Now im all by myself, you looked at me and put me back on the shelf Kids like you get hit in the chest, the bullets didn’t stop at the vest, That better not be your best, your moving slow like pioneers heading west, Im moving fast like men heading to the ..Middle East.., like a beast im ready to feast, Aint scared to die like some fake sheik, burn down a farm just to free up some mink And violence, is better then a cult of silence From Ramallah to Judge, Militant lyrics won’t budge La Coka Nostra, immortal technique, these dudes brought me to the brink, I refuse to sink, refuse to shrink, laugh but im the kink, and I tag with the krink, Revolutionary straightedge hip hop monster, 9mm bullet buster, Hit hard with the knuckle duster, strength I muster, I rock gats that plaster, bullets that hit faster, call my gun the bullet caster, cut x’s into bullet tips, so when I pull that 6 piece from my hip, and that bullet hits I call that an exorcism, straight edge terrorism, We’re tattooed cats, with these fat ass gats, all they do is clap, and bust caps, Don’t smoke, don’t drink, don’t fuck, Ill send shots at you so you better duck And look your all shook up, get ready for the shoty pump, Smoking that butt it makes you mature A slave to sex and you tell me your pure Slam that beer it makes you a man Ill try to keep my cool but you better understand, And you thought judge was fed up, that was before I shot you up, Slap you up and fuck you up Your dead and cuz you try to make bread, Fuck bitchs, fuck drugs and fuck money, all you dealers run and that shits funny, My smiles obnoxious, your lifestyle is toxic, get hit with the logic, and dropped by the knowledge Hypnotic hip hop, makes dealers bodies drop, trying to harvest their deadly cropI wish death on my enemies, RPG, for every pill of ecstasy, lifeless fantasy, and your afraid to see Afraid to be real, afraid to catch my steel, something you cant feel, kill you quiet like a navy seal,
Find some amusement in my fucked up self, Cruise through life a chipped spirit in stealth. Rich in health, poor as piss in the pockets Rippin up scripts whats next on the docket? Meet a melting heart with a bite worse than bark, A mind full of bullshit and smart ass remarks... Lowerclass slowly climbin after high expectations, All those who see potential holdsteady spectatin Waitin? Bring a chair I'll be a while Quentessential example of a full grown child Had ample chance to write your average biography Blowin trees like a savage, my stance is i oughta be. A little bit different, somethin kinda special Well y'all nestle in, I came here to wrestle Equipped to link lyrics sharp as swords together Captain of a sinkin ship and I'm over bored of this vessel
attacking crackheads, and smacking back the police listening to mad-lib with them magical beats magical feats, card tricks and rabbit hats, this is for them rabbid cats if you can handle that breaking down the riddles, accessing truth freely signing autographs for them cats that wanna be me see me, and then watch, awestruck as i vanish. reappear in costa rica, tho i dont speak spanish i banished, to a land linguistically unique, where im a freak, tripping out, wonderin how to speak. this i think is where my rhyme will peak, like a pinnacle if this was a battle, it'd unwinnable
I see hair lines and start aimin rhymes ya ll be hittin duces and im hittin dimes rewind and peep the funky intellect catch wreck in a sec step and and catch a fuckin broken neck yo its the black demon leavin pussys gleamin and gaping wide leaking out my fuckin semen i bruise and slaughter ya daughter for less then a quarter leaving skinz outta order collecting so much pussy im knowen as a hoarder I hit it from the back so i can slack and let my nuts slap BAP BAP BAP.. can i get a soul clap. I keep ripin after my nut im dippin then slippin into the all black attire makin bitch scream high note like mariah.. carey shits gettin scary only clean bitch wont hit the pussy if its hairy. Im very high.
lost art of the autotone cause a stir, yes make a boom sweep it all up harder then a broom reality sets in at noon then ill be back to the doom the gift and curse of my tomb your ancestors passed stories about when i arrived and how they saw it pervieved through they eyes couldnt recieve me with all the time money buys regarded by some to work the sun exiled and shunned by the doubtful ones who couldnt fathom my size who deemed me a devil in disguise seen it all dont need a boardgame dont need incent to use my brain keep my thought caged in captivity wasting time through another activity it was never my decision approving perfection through repetition my words create an insicion and cut apart the way you think your livin
TAMPER!!!! Killin it as always. Been awhile sense i hit these digital streets and read raps of different beats So im here to drop some eye treats for your minds peeps. Droppin lines that only bring defeat. scaling walls to places you cant reach, so if you intelligent then youll listen to what i teach. And with precision and practice maybe one day youll be harder than an old peach. So go forth little cronies and attach like a leech, Take in the world around you and beneath your feet. Cause theres no lesson like that of life, So keep your head up through the strife. In the end you will know your answers, and possibly have one of 36 cancers, or be on stage in a line of 36 dancers. Cause anything can happen but its up to you. So get off the fuckin computer and do whatchu do. haha just messin. Lookin good yall. Keep killin it tamper.
They once told me “Define your own destiny” I can never find time, its’ like my watch is testin’ me Demons in my bottle, it’s like the liquor is possessin me Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? Between God and I this is how I still commune, right? Bottles play the therapist, Pen and pad play the shrink You still wonder why I have problems when I drink Finances are whittling away to damn near nothing That’s why I'm forced to go out and get me something Like money I’m not fronting, rock bottom is quicksand Everytime I try to escape I’m kicked down like kickstands I'm sick man, when this message box is the foundation And my words are the paint brush for this illustration Too get my dreams I'm gonna need more than Nyquil They still don't see me I must be out of sight still I'm becoming synonymous with the mic, you can call me Michael Started to climb that incline but I still got quite the hike still Aight chill, watch that dude who's tampering with evidence Because he's changing the scene to make it that much more relevant Skip under the yellow tape as my flow grows feverish Shouts to Lu as that Pain just Grows more Seaverish But granted, 90 percent of my states stoned like Granite AKA they stay floatin sittin on the rings that wrap that planet God damnit, you I could Jackson like Janet, the track I ran it Don't hop on a track with me because I would easily lap you Easily out rap you, bring you back fool while I'm sittin at the finish line Watch it or you could get stepped on while I'm in the winner circle Like Stephan's counterpart, get it, Urkel...You're a Jerk I'ma Jerk too And I ain't talkin bout no dance move, because I don't have a Heart Like I'm missing a suit with only 39 cards, this is just some 4 am bravado rap After I sober up I'll do something more epic and y'all can bravo that Holla back, more deep paint a picture type shit is my true forte' Good thing I haven't even came in game, this shit was just foreplay
I'm the shit like 2 girls in a cup Got a flow so sick,spittin it out makes me wanna throw up speakin of a throw up I will bomb on you like I was a graffiti writer aerosal in my lungs just cause I cant afford weed to get me higher like im sittin on cloud 9, imma psot on my couch with a blackbo0k Speak on me or my krew and get hit with a right ho0k now excuse me, I just got some new prismas, time to hit up this blackbook. ^^ whatchu guys think??
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