the bored kinda rhymes
so the rhyme is all new got it in the mail today
with a pink note attached and a gold toupe'
the letter made it seem like the past wasnt mean
and the drastics i had seen
was plastics made of green
fantastics like the scene
so i went out on stage to find my mission
40 oz in my hand fresh to feel the bubble and fission
the mood was to impress
no to be undressed
ive handled my duress
and made my ties with stress
made game with nothing less
or nuthing less to expect
cuz this is one less you can expect to direct
but im a kill em wita sword like inspecta deck
but i came to get down
i swear i get down
and if you dont believe me
your mother ill drown
so while your rhymes still reachin
the contract im breachin
makin songs with purple wigs and gold gongs
but its been all along with a hip hop song
i came to correct
all the things that erect
the dander daily planner
that has made it this far
without bus pass or a pinto car
but i will write this song and ill write it to last
cuz the broken white mans runnin away from his past
its like a can of beans when you aint got a fire
and the one holed burn from the flames of desire
i swear he's not all there
its not so rare the kinda face you feel when the feelins prepare
its like a pistol from bristol
i cant resist all
im just a man with a mic in my hand
and i swear i will plan to make my songs in demand
if only sweet rosario
my rhymes could prepario
its kinda like the arms that reach
or like the times that teach all the things you know
when its time to grow
and wouldnt ya think id be done by now
its like invitin in the cow
you all gonn' wonder how
its like all those times i bring it to you harder
or the type a bitch that get mad when the door man card her
from the top of the hill
its all for the thrill
whether you see it or not
its still the tea from the pot
kettle caught you burnin but the flows is still worth learnin
you thought the words was hardcores like lines from star wars
but its long before the wookie got the cookie
cuz i was too busy bein knee deep in the nookie
its like all those times you thought you couldnt make it
or the kinda styles the man just couldnt fake it
or the verbal dragon the pen it just slays it
or like the knotch on this mixer i just might fade it
the world might hate but the time to wait
from the stoop to watergate
i cant explain all the things that run in my head
but its all for naught when the body in the bed
the cautious get left behind
the three mices gift was blind
through the muck you sift to find
you hear the wrong cleft you gotta push rewind
the rhyme real mean like the underground scene
unfriendly mugs furious slugs and moms with no hugs
backwards your backwards i gotta mack towards a goal
chew the skoal cuz heads will roll
im on the microphone like turkey on a roll
i know i rhyme the same lyric but its the over emphasis just so you can hear it
cuz the scientist is high on this
and run around hittin like a lion fist
you better watch or get the backpaw
or im a split like hacksaws
better use the elevator to try and fix these slackjaws
i wanna work with nerd cuz i wish i was pharrel
the rhymes in full stock filled by the barrel
yeah im done this sucked umm ok bye---------------------------------------------------------------------oh yeah and if i knew how to put a break in my entries y'all woulnd t have to read this but i suck ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ndb
with a pink note attached and a gold toupe'
the letter made it seem like the past wasnt mean
and the drastics i had seen
was plastics made of green
fantastics like the scene
so i went out on stage to find my mission
40 oz in my hand fresh to feel the bubble and fission
the mood was to impress
no to be undressed
ive handled my duress
and made my ties with stress
made game with nothing less
or nuthing less to expect
cuz this is one less you can expect to direct
but im a kill em wita sword like inspecta deck
but i came to get down
i swear i get down
and if you dont believe me
your mother ill drown
so while your rhymes still reachin
the contract im breachin
makin songs with purple wigs and gold gongs
but its been all along with a hip hop song
i came to correct
all the things that erect
the dander daily planner
that has made it this far
without bus pass or a pinto car
but i will write this song and ill write it to last
cuz the broken white mans runnin away from his past
its like a can of beans when you aint got a fire
and the one holed burn from the flames of desire
i swear he's not all there
its not so rare the kinda face you feel when the feelins prepare
its like a pistol from bristol
i cant resist all
im just a man with a mic in my hand
and i swear i will plan to make my songs in demand
if only sweet rosario
my rhymes could prepario
its kinda like the arms that reach
or like the times that teach all the things you know
when its time to grow
and wouldnt ya think id be done by now
its like invitin in the cow
you all gonn' wonder how
its like all those times i bring it to you harder
or the type a bitch that get mad when the door man card her
from the top of the hill
its all for the thrill
whether you see it or not
its still the tea from the pot
kettle caught you burnin but the flows is still worth learnin
you thought the words was hardcores like lines from star wars
but its long before the wookie got the cookie
cuz i was too busy bein knee deep in the nookie
its like all those times you thought you couldnt make it
or the kinda styles the man just couldnt fake it
or the verbal dragon the pen it just slays it
or like the knotch on this mixer i just might fade it
the world might hate but the time to wait
from the stoop to watergate
i cant explain all the things that run in my head
but its all for naught when the body in the bed
the cautious get left behind
the three mices gift was blind
through the muck you sift to find
you hear the wrong cleft you gotta push rewind
the rhyme real mean like the underground scene
unfriendly mugs furious slugs and moms with no hugs
backwards your backwards i gotta mack towards a goal
chew the skoal cuz heads will roll
im on the microphone like turkey on a roll
i know i rhyme the same lyric but its the over emphasis just so you can hear it
cuz the scientist is high on this
and run around hittin like a lion fist
you better watch or get the backpaw
or im a split like hacksaws
better use the elevator to try and fix these slackjaws
i wanna work with nerd cuz i wish i was pharrel
the rhymes in full stock filled by the barrel
yeah im done this sucked umm ok bye---------------------------------------------------------------------oh yeah and if i knew how to put a break in my entries y'all woulnd t have to read this but i suck ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ndb