Free at Last
i just did this song...it's nice
verse 1
paste a face to this place on this bag i assault//
and replace it with my fists when i swing 'em and sting him//
like a yellow jacket hackin a faggot's skin, i envenom//
the dude that proved i lose my cool, while attackin his denim.//
in other words a slash and slur through his 'genes'/
but lack the audasity to crack on his ass / you feel me??
they call me a tragedy, i eat flesh like im maggots, see/
i rap in venacular, you couldnt fathom my capacity/
of hackin G's from face to feet, you need a god replacin me/
cuz when i speak unique with heat, it basically decays my teeth../
im not the fuckin sickest but the illest bitch to ever spit some sick shit
while im on penecillin
and willing to infect the rest with my bars
and no i havent been tested but i probably got SARS, bitches
i'm not oriental but i spit shit so bright it makes you squint your eyes
in the middle of the fuckin' night...what
verse 2
preach brother preach, how much more could you teach
before your people hit the streets, in a wave of opression
and now this rage of agression that i have is relentless
i guess i messed up because your speaches didnt speak about violence
im violent...it's obviously up bringing
but i learned a lesson so your death wasnt vain remember...
is what i'll do because of you because of others
i know that all men are equal regardless of color
but the thing i dont understand is that im opressed too
i catch shit when i rap, and so i remind me of you...(yeah?)
and for this song i'll prolly catch a little shit
because the color of my skin isnt advocated...(ya know?) i hate it...
you probably question my intentions in this track
but the first verse's only purpose was to prove that i could rap...man
white or black i got a voice so sit back and listen to the crap i spit
and the promise land will happen jack...
i'm done rappin' start laughin' step back and let the blacks
have the stage and i can play i dont know a scrap
of information that could help the masses, so im trapped
in a labrynth of stereotypes and prejudice asses...
i spit gasses but you wouldnt know that son
but keep holding me back and the promise land will never come...
you want some proof? here, i can sing it
lauren hill stumbled on some genious..
u gotta hear it..
verse 1
paste a face to this place on this bag i assault//
and replace it with my fists when i swing 'em and sting him//
like a yellow jacket hackin a faggot's skin, i envenom//
the dude that proved i lose my cool, while attackin his denim.//
in other words a slash and slur through his 'genes'/
but lack the audasity to crack on his ass / you feel me??
they call me a tragedy, i eat flesh like im maggots, see/
i rap in venacular, you couldnt fathom my capacity/
of hackin G's from face to feet, you need a god replacin me/
cuz when i speak unique with heat, it basically decays my teeth../
im not the fuckin sickest but the illest bitch to ever spit some sick shit
while im on penecillin
and willing to infect the rest with my bars
and no i havent been tested but i probably got SARS, bitches
i'm not oriental but i spit shit so bright it makes you squint your eyes
in the middle of the fuckin' night...what
verse 2
preach brother preach, how much more could you teach
before your people hit the streets, in a wave of opression
and now this rage of agression that i have is relentless
i guess i messed up because your speaches didnt speak about violence
im violent...it's obviously up bringing
but i learned a lesson so your death wasnt vain remember...
is what i'll do because of you because of others
i know that all men are equal regardless of color
but the thing i dont understand is that im opressed too
i catch shit when i rap, and so i remind me of you...(yeah?)
and for this song i'll prolly catch a little shit
because the color of my skin isnt advocated...(ya know?) i hate it...
you probably question my intentions in this track
but the first verse's only purpose was to prove that i could rap...man
white or black i got a voice so sit back and listen to the crap i spit
and the promise land will happen jack...
i'm done rappin' start laughin' step back and let the blacks
have the stage and i can play i dont know a scrap
of information that could help the masses, so im trapped
in a labrynth of stereotypes and prejudice asses...
i spit gasses but you wouldnt know that son
but keep holding me back and the promise land will never come...
you want some proof? here, i can sing it
lauren hill stumbled on some genious..
u gotta hear it..