new from onebelo's blog:
profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=3767580My Rock and Roll song...
At night I can't Sleep, I toss and turn...off the Ra-di-o
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Yo that means I'm at a lost for words
These Garbage Artist/Stay charted at a cost absurd
I make music that ya hearts prefered
live it and breath it, my lifestyle- said "it's just a job" for her
working for a label cuz she went to college first
now she qualified to tell me how the market works?
But let me show you how this artist works...
Gangsta- my life was more like a Gang-Starr, Hard to Earn
Now I'm force to pay tax when I perform some work
Cato would front me where them Junkies on the corners lurk
Fast money in ya pockets burn...
It's really sad but if a drug dealer's bad, then a doctor's worse
He got you fixin for that prescription, you shakin like you basin, while he takin home the bacon, but the hog is cursed...
Pesticides in the farmers dirt
Steroids in the cows that we eat and grow as tall as Lurch
Teenage daughters bussin out they shirts and bra's
Now she's a soon-to-be Mother Mary/ Virgin Lost
but it's....
Nun ya bizzness, Fathers flirt
Go get ya hands on experience from Pope John the 3rd
Translating you that altered verse
Savage Beast...
The Purpose of this Music aint to Calm ya Herd
we here to Roock
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Tuesday, January 17, 2006
If you don't know, now you know...
Grew up Black and Poor/ In the Yac for short/
Just trynna give and get sumthin neva had before/
I played alotta B-Ball but neva rap for sport/
Cuz i'm the Man/ with the plan/ I OVERstand the Law
Now you can con-sume/the rumors/ You can ask the Source/
It's hard to make it out the Bucket wit the Crabs galore/
See back then, Labels fronted on my Track/ re-cords
Cuz they was Rip-Van-Winkle on the Matress/ snore
No Deals/ No Love/ Lack of support...
But now I make'm Pay, Like the Baby Daddies Draaaged in Court/
While you Alco-holics pass the Don...
That's right!!! I'm the Worka-holic allll night/ pass the dawn/
I spit a rhyme like Cassius talk...
"It's the Greatest All Tiiiime" Punch-Lines/Hooks/Jab ya jaw-
Knock ya glasses off...Bully Snatch ya Cross...
Smokin' Joe's like Frazier, butt the ashes off...
You Rappers really don't wanna Clash at war...
That's like George Bush Junior/ shootin at I-ra-qi Force...
One "Thing" about my Crew/ "Fantastic" four-
You aint runnin' wit my Team, wit ya asthma-"cough"
BLAST OFF/ Back-n-Forth/ Packin' for Tours...
They Cancellin Yours...
Samuri Shame/ Hand you a sword...
I wet you haters like the Baptist John...
Now if you aint a fan after THIS song/ What Planet YOu ON?
