Silver Mics

Say you get it popping... Only shit up that I see up is signs,
Nah if I was you i'd get mine... I ain't into that shit, but ain't hard to find,
Lemme know, I'm throwing up myself & thinkin' of quittin,
Cause I ain't bred for this shit, his every keystyle written,
Country boy, born and raised in marijuana seeds & empty bottles,
Tempt me hobble, crippled & runnin', screamin' feet hit the cobble,
Pull it full throttle, realize I ain't meant for none of this,
Go back to what I used to, bitch lay off before I lay one kiss,
On the knife of fate, slit my wrists, label it missed on both my wrists,
Boost the bitch, y'all couldn't flow nothin' if creativity's what you pissed.

Erase the past, then break the cast,
Hop out the hospital, too high to last,
So cry fast, cause I ain't got time to Fuck,
Nah, turn it around, average, run of the, muck,
& I'm stuck, Writer's block making biter's stop,
Look at the blood on my hands while I'm on top,
Takes two to drop, not doin' this shit alone,
That's why I'm throwin' up Lux when I'm home,
Ain't this assertive, why my girls stay perverted,
Rap inverted, Purple & White and the way I heard it,
Was that it wasn't it, things better left unspoken,
What bones bring, so battered and broken,
Smokin', I'm sick of the deceit, back on the street,
Smack to keep, I'm fightin' for none but defeat,
No more heat, like I'm kicked out in winter,
Wincin' my eyes like I'm pickin' out a splinter,
But I don't give a fuck, get a coffee small one-fifty-nine,
Two quarters, a nickel, five pennies, too pass the time,
Crash the slime, watch it explode in flames like Terror,
And it no longer takes any pain to erase my errors,
It's funny, cause without money my life's sunny,
But with none I starve, kid in the corner with the 'Dummy',
Hat on, I gotta get on, cause the DJ's bout to end my song,
Remind him of who I am, and why I'm just too far gone.

RIP

1 Mayne - I'm a little too rough, on that black on cleary-silver stuff,
2 Madd-deep in snuff, cologne on hold up - I gotta fix my cuffs.
3 Had enough, pack it up & mix, slapped the trick with powder,
4 Rhode Island Chowder, bitch fell greater than the twin-towers,
5 In my power, I gotta back up, look at it from the angles,
6 With the pictures of the angels, bodys bruised up mangled,
7 Entagled, with a fine bitch with them pressures,
8 Gotta scale up, cause I'm getting different measures.
(2nd Childhood)

9 I got a girl named Mary... she's a little too scary,
10 Situations switching nations, belittle the hairy,
11 Staring, stare-downs you wear down respected opposition,
12 Nothing what you missing, eyes twinkle start to glisten,
13 Drugs mixed in, it's like fuck the walls, I wanna BRUISE,
14 If I had the money buy a milli and start the cruise,
15 That's Bobby Blue, I ain't seen no love since the era,
16 Fuck it whatever, leave the streets livin' in such a terror,
17 That's clever, times severed I'm the hook to shook the books,
18 Y'all are crooks, metaphorical kitchen I'm a DAMN good cook,
19 Still rooked, this game of chess inside of cess I'm depressed,
20 Test unless, I can witness a murder inside of that chest,
21 Stabbed to rest, call the cab and leave the scene a little easy,
22 I heard they breezy, meanwhile watch Mary as she tease me,
23 Tease me, y'all hit the buckets, fuck it I'm back on where to tuck it, clues,
24 Bring da ruckus, like I'm the Wu - It's too true, when it's just me & you,
24 Heard your crew, got disassembled, when the snitches resembled,
25 The Dishelved, can't trust can't settle, inside the hooded tea kettle,
26 That's that metal, heard your chain got hit up on multiple levels,
27 In the bogged nettles, the cut the side of the road the peddles,
28 Where I settle, start to meddle civil-disobedient rebel, still I am,
29 On that son of sam, cats got hit up thirty-eights, stutter & ka-BLAM,
30 god DAMN, it was hot for awhile but now it's cool, chill, clean,
31 CL's Scene, CL eat you up like lean, yo gross, nasty, green,
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