what up ballers
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| From: st3vil | Posted: 29/08/2011 5:30:45 AM |
| Sittin tryin to design these words of mine To define what occurs when you're servin time Stress just blurs the mind Behind bars scars are signs of hard times |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 30/08/2011 5:28:02 AM |
| Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen. Pour myself a cup of ambition. And yawn and stretch, and my life is a mess, And if I never make it home today, God bless. |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 31/08/2011 6:01:29 AM |
| All tight like a twister Mister I'm your master Faster than a flash flood Taking blood in disasters |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 01/09/2011 6:04:34 PM |
| what a coincidence i look in the mirror and i see me desperado thats my bravado gotta ease with my days outta trouble outta decay outta bubbles of sorrow i pop my way to sing tomorrows praise laying down my life under the critique of your gaze your amazing grace |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 02/09/2011 5:05:53 AM |
| Who else could put the hipsters with felons and thugs And paint a perfect picture of what sellin’ it does? This is for the critics, who doubted the chemistry Two different worlds, same symmetry In this black art, see the wizardry When you at the top of your game, you make enemies You’ll never finish me |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 06/09/2011 11:09:12 PM |
| Pull a nine out during a rhyme bout While I'm rippin this shit, put a clip in it spit five rounds And murder you hoes worse than a convertible flippin verticle nose-first wit the top off landin up-side down You're tied down and duct-taped, fuck rape I'd rather just hump a sluts leg wit my nuts shaved |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 07/09/2011 5:17:00 AM |
| Poetry in motion pen fluid like a shower Written rhymes clocked at 100 emcees per hour K-O packin more soul than Kenneth Cole I'm harder than a rock, young jocks, know your role My minds bright like car break lights at night Might pack rhymes and bust guns at mic fights |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 08/09/2011 5:14:14 AM |
| tell me why your smilin man i dont know who you're smilin at but what you think I'm grinding for worth more than dying for |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 09/09/2011 5:16:24 AM |
| I Kick a rhyme drinkin' moonshine I pour a sip on the concrete, for the deceased But no don't sleep |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 10/09/2011 5:05:13 AM |
| trouble was callin me, trying to get down i almost passed it up instead i kept it around i suppose i helped it grow i felt it start to surround my features, from my head to my toes my foes called me a creature, an animal cold blooded, a leecher i roll with lust, wraith and plenty of greed in my soul i must have it, it's something i need my goal isn't to bleed, but i'm looking for blood that's how i feed, i let it flood down my throat then i leave them dead next to a suicide note |
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