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| Hook (X 2)
I'm uh rock it till the wheels fall off, and when they go rolling, I'll still be flowing these poems Rock & Roll'n... Verse [1] God spoken, I'm chosen to rep my block where hearts stay frozen. Showboating get you shot in the open, no joking, nigga's is that broken. Blocks that molten hot pulsing ocean of have not's that have not hoped in a long ass time in these wrong ass times. Watch me get mines off of spitting lines, that's how I shine, I be glowing, listen to the rhymes glistening golden that I keep smoldering out the cauldron, smelt what I felt melt and mold them to place in shell cases spaces. I load 'em, I rock 'em, I lock 'em, I load 'em, I told 'em, but they aint' know till I showed 'em. So I cocked it back, bust my rap and smoked 'em. Poked 'em full of more holes than a bowl of cereal filled w/ Cheerios, see I O'd 'em. Oh! Niggero Crow's in controlling 'em. My fingers on the trigger, nigga's taking hold of 'em... Hook (X 1.5) I'm uh rock it till the wheels fall off, and when they go rolling, I'll still be flowing these poems Rock & Roll'n... Verse [2] I'm still going. Take a drag, uh nigga transform like Slagg, steel toeing the motherfucking door in half. Nigga, my wrath forge the path straight through your monkey-ass if I have to, cause I'd be uh dummy ass not to. Cause it's not who? It's not me! It's not P-L-Eaze, nor the G to the double O-D-L-I-F-E. Getting Over On Devils is G.O.O.D., Living Is For Ever is L.I.F.E., and it's better w/ cheddar. Sprinkling that feta is how I picked open her treasure chest, her pleasures of flesh for which I measure the best ever. This girl gave me her Jetta. Just cause I'm in her world, just cause I'm clever. Yes, I swerved her to the curb however, not before I claimed the title as my engine idle outside her home girls house, Gretta. Tiss this dame's name that I'll put to shame... Stain like glass windowpanes, chip her brains then kick her out the frame. Man, I've rearranged the game. Hacked into the matrix, the hatetrix. Fake shit never will things be the same. It's time for change it's time to make this weather better. No more rain, but no pain no gain, or so goes the saying. No guts no glory, that's why the industry bores me, all these nigga's rap the same story, and morally they do it piss poorly, and that's disorderly compared before me. I speak more heat. Freak w/ more freaks. Move more feet w/ way more dope-er beats. Northwest coast that's how it's supposed to be, and they don't even come closely. Mostly they rhyme grossly while I rhyme trophies, keeping it going... Hook (X 1.5) I'm uh rock it till the wheels fall off, and when they go rolling, I'll still be flowing these poems Rock & Roll'n... Verse [3] I know y'all gotta be like: "This nigga's got some nerve rap'n that filthy over acoustic guitars w/ so much gall for bar he's killing me." "Yeah, and this is only his first album. He just came out, and I wanna know more about him." Uh-huh, well it's nice to know y'all feeling me. When you give uh thug love it be healing me, but don't doubt him. I'm too 'bout 'em to be anything less than the best, G-par L.C.'s for life and we par beat the hell out of the rest of these lesser Emcees invest in B.P.'s cause I keep squeezing shells like I'm on pump three. I dump like seventy times more rhymes multiplied several times is me. P-L-Eaze, he equals MC squared, nigga's. Keep the flow elementary. I make an entry every century. I influence them immensely. Till the wheels pop off my Bentley, and after. I'll still be flowing these poems, rock & roll'n... |