fashawn
look in the mirror are you a reflection or an image
a person or a persona real thing or a gimmick
i hate when rappers get on the mic and act timid
they must have never came in contact with a menace
in the lab with the chemist loading up ammunition
in my path for the listeners fans and the critics
niggas out getting it trying to advance to a million
and trying to their fam in positions
where they aint gotta rap shoot hoops or pitch grams for a living
0 gs to a hundred grand keep it consistent
the exact definition of a man on a mission
to take over the land expand demolition
wonder how many syllables i can cram in this sentence
like a general i command your attention
i be killing em every stanza is venom
in my bboy stance cant help but glance at a nigga
the alchemist
so in the summer im getting dumber
doing my digits doing my numbers
rappers are similar six are halfadozen are the other
im custom cut control rock a windsuit and some timberlands
touch the floor and guard my space til they carve my face
in the side of a mountain like rushmore
im prophetic doctor the drums with a medic
could end up like im fresher than lettuce and get shredded
im ready yo ill stand next to the sprinkler without getting wetted
dont step in my circle no doubt get deaded
serve em no cut like video footage without the edit
emperor thinking what the fuck i need a pencil for
when i could scrape the corners without a desert
im a criminal into vandalism
whoever want attention stomp em out and whoevers standing with em
roc c
im the linedeliverer used to be sinister
six shots in the glock pop at your senator
tend to be nice put a price on my own life
then i thought about better off killing myself
im the rhymeratcher gun packer
ill bitch smack a nigga up then laugh after
cold cash or back to dirty braids back to crime pays
back on my parkay buddy or entrée
im the bombay general strikes
john forté moonwalk in on the court date the boys late
puff puff pass to another date
clock stopped tickin now guess thats my fate
hold weight fornicator skate out the front door
been smoking so long i know ill never overdose
still petrol me im not
tie em up leave a note at your spot like we need that
4 oh no
in the symphony orchestrated of course they hate it
the forces foreign dangerous flow painting a picture
off rhythmic movement move with music
moods is muses dumbfound stupid nuisance
new shit hang em like nooses til their brain part
their nucleus im nuke em and show em we do this
got no foolish focus i pray for my foes
folks posted unnoticed near when the twins bolstered
i get toasted and toasted bottles of moet
then pour it out for my old set
gangrene thats a threat on the globe
verbal tech technicians herbal vet load the ammunition
made them kill the ambition with this mans wisdom
then gas and match in the brain more enlighten em
pay attention or played attention
yall lame yall rather play in the pain olympics uh
Artist: The Parkays
Year: 1961
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 338