what up ballers

From: st3vil | Posted: 11/09/2011 5:40:41 AM
Extended clips I give a fuck who you 'posed to be
Straight off the block I sold dope to buy groceries
Now it's rap money no advance it's all royalties
From: st3vil | Posted: 12/09/2011 5:46:53 AM
and if you would've seen the things i've seen in my slumber
youd be shook stay awake
no need to run your fate will follow you
you should know not for the faint at heart
this world understands no coward
its a goal a simple code i stay on the grind

Edited by st3vil at 12/09/2011 5:47:29 AM

From: st3vil | Posted: 13/09/2011 5:12:32 AM
I ain't sentimental
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.
Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA

Edited by st3vil at 13/09/2011 5:13:08 AM

From: st3vil | Posted: 14/09/2011 5:24:40 AM
Minimalize perplexion, flesh and bone
that's just a physical
I got a spiritual awareness I have risen to
Its not mystical, something that I listen to
When these plastic motherfuckers try to get into my
cypher, I ciphen they blood like they split in two
From: st3vil | Posted: 15/09/2011 5:11:02 AM
and this perception is, lyrical perfectionists
razor sharp rhyme slice leaves you midsectionless
rock your torso, Ak's ruff enuff, even more so
flavor to the very last morsel
From: st3vil | Posted: 16/09/2011 5:13:41 AM
With the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jeolously jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things, and it's wild like for war
From: st3vil | Posted: 17/09/2011 8:16:09 PM
Glock and a clip, locked and loaded with the body armour,
Cold blooded, i don't give a fuck about karma,
Cause if it never comes for those who benefit from misery,
Aint no muthafuckin way it could ever do shit to me,
From: st3vil | Posted: 19/09/2011 2:30:00 AM
Fucking up my metal when I think about you
In my room plottin how to start reaching out to you
Cause at first the situation had me deep in doubt
But the beauty evened out the beast and I can't be without
From: st3vil | Posted: 19/09/2011 5:21:31 AM
Man, all points progressional, swinging in perpetual rhyme
Moving and proving upon time
It's like every next letter measure with deader intentions
Never sever connections with the past days in the book of my life
I'm always reviewing the last page, written in transition
Steadily endeavoring, measuring new position on this one man expedition
From: st3vil | Posted: 20/09/2011 5:20:14 AM
i got news for you bitch i don't lease i don't rent
i hit the lot and gerry lane couldn't believe what i spent
you see that truck in front yo house, that's the hit i just sent
and for you local motherfuckas bitch you got me bent

Edited by st3vil at 20/09/2011 6:31:24 PM