what up ballers

From: st3vil | Posted: 13/10/2011 8:03:01 PM
ain't no need to seek it
i am content, dream like content
so unconscious, just me and my conscience
runnin' with the mobb thangs
livin to do odd things
From: st3vil | Posted: 20/10/2011 12:36:35 AM
everydays a nightmare
every nights a bad dream
the first love was the holocaust
the outcomes just a death scene
From: st3vil | Posted: 26/10/2011 4:17:36 AM
when i start full n the mic migt bussssssss
From: st3vil | Posted: 28/10/2011 3:53:42 AM
have you forgotten down underground, are you lost in the beat
jeffie got you laced up, he don't need to carry da heat
my man plays dice for heads, he carries blank sheets
when he writes youre name down, lesbians are moaning in heat
that's how he clears shit, up, have you ever seen skeletons eat
i stole this poem from clowns, a field drawn to bow in defeat
when i ring these keys, our money drips on our feet
his jingles will rock your babies to sleep
From: guwa | Posted: 28/10/2011 4:00:55 AM
no, I haven't, but thank you for asking
3266442 was here
RIP original "guwa" account 09/09/08-03/26/09
From: st3vil | Posted: 28/10/2011 4:33:34 AM
double post
my rhymes
From: st3vil | Posted: 28/10/2011 7:28:00 PM
how, well do you know this place, and not just the crew
let me map it out, bitches, it must some new tell, rules
the ground ain't always flat, that should flame the snitches
witches and men with stitches, reading weather from their phones
or the girl in the background screaming like Home Alone
double slaps to the face, double dutch was erased
go home and smoke a cigarello, then slap your own race
pink stars on your moms face, five to the eye
in front of your own face, your eyes never lie
you jack off to men, just do it and die
the lines are running short, assisted suicide
the number of real people reading this, abuse their lives with lies
internet gold, that's what i keep inside
internet silver, it's where you keep your prize-IZ
From: st3vil | Posted: 02/11/2011 10:13:06 PM
came here to read this old, friend, time and time again
this means nothing to me, the world, is not my friend
i cry for no reason, only alone, here comes my season
another year without a home
it means nothing to me, to insert my self-
there, or here, or wealth, i am without a care,
i do this in person, online, or radio
i am a giant of words, a stew cooking ever so slow
i hope for dinner tonight, but am too poor to eat
please have my words, all i want is a seat
i want none of your offers, or none of the drinks
when the elevator goes up...do you have time to think?