BEING REAL
Write even though fatigue and manage to unite a league of big
Words and my flow begin when I go in a crowd to rap yall dig?
Skill is shown madly have become known gradually at home with
Natalie kissing her lips while she’s twisting them hips trying to lift
Her skirt I prefer work in bed, extreme sin to be a Mickey mice
So I lean on a friend’s tricky advice and the results end quickly on a nice
Note, rap is a treasure strong but it put pressure on my life
Can’t measure the long strife it cause, got endurance like a horse
But entertainments influence my choice of words and still my voice
Is heard on BET yall, look you can get beat up and lying
In the streets corrupt with a bloody nose and thuggy flows for trying
To be bad is not a good thing plus they snatch your hood bling
Its wrong act and a strong fact it’s a screaming tradition cling
To reality never put your life in a leaning position being a tall clown
It could fall down then you crawl around trying to get on your feet in town
In the rap game no punk soldier can jump over the boundary of renowned
Obedience, flaws in the street can cause you to leap fences and
Duck a lot of static or get struck by a glock matic, had it with the stand
On crime and the plan is to find a remedy for my vicinity before the enemy
Take us over, strangle on a Hershey it may take an angel of mercy with identity
To keep me from choking on chocolate but I’m hoping to rocket like satellites
On a fat stage in rage at being frustrated my verse rust created many battle sites
I crave to write my brain ablaze with lights and rhymes I have to fight crime just to
Stay online
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Write even though fatigue and manage to unite a league of big
Words and my flow begin when I go in a crowd to rap yall dig?
Skill is shown madly have become known gradually at home with
Natalie kissing her lips while she’s twisting them hips trying to lift
Her skirt I prefer work in bed, extreme sin to be a Mickey mice
So I lean on a friend’s tricky advice and the results end quickly on a nice
Note, rap is a treasure strong but it put pressure on my life
Can’t measure the long strife it cause, got endurance like a horse
But entertainments influence my choice of words and still my voice
Is heard on BET yall, look you can get beat up and lying
In the streets corrupt with a bloody nose and thuggy flows for trying
To be bad is not a good thing plus they snatch your hood bling
Its wrong act and a strong fact it’s a screaming tradition cling
To reality never put your life in a leaning position being a tall clown
It could fall down then you crawl around trying to get on your feet in town
In the rap game no punk soldier can jump over the boundary of renowned
Obedience, flaws in the street can cause you to leap fences and
Duck a lot of static or get struck by a glock matic, had it with the stand
On crime and the plan is to find a remedy for my vicinity before the enemy
Take us over, strangle on a Hershey it may take an angel of mercy with identity
To keep me from choking on chocolate but I’m hoping to rocket like satellites
On a fat stage in rage at being frustrated my verse rust created many battle sites
I crave to write my brain ablaze with lights and rhymes I have to fight crime just to
Stay online
http://www.network54.com/Forum/1198...+ON+B-BOYS+SUCK+STEAL+RHYMES+FROM+BLACK+FOLKS
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