Sunday, August 28, 2005

ARTIST WILD CARD TITLE DOUBLE COTTON

We aint gangstas, if you think you can find the world where i rhyme~//
its a revolving door, almost a circle of time~//
the sun cant outshine, kick my flipped words and im stil fightin~//
no ink left in my own pen and im still writin~//
i started small, the underdog i was lost in the fog~//
i learned to spread the wine and bread equal through rythmic song~//
did they know the wine was spiked, and the bread was poisoned?~//
4 wheelers cant comprehend the vocab, so they ignored it~//
hold it, on hiatus, i began to become accepted~//
the prowess it kept me grounded, exiled from a lucky 7~//
shunned my message, abandoned from the thrill of my lines~//
pen caused my hand to write, against the will of my mind~//
i started to find, a key and a lock, believe it or not~//
my friends got infrared glasses, still cant see if its hot~//
so should i fall to belief, or should i follow the beat~//
i lived the doulbe life, id never swallow the key~//
so here we go, i couldnt stumble, doin strenuous work~//
couldnt understand if my friends or my pen would hurt~//
i let it burn, 2 hottest months, and i broke to the fullest~//
exposed to a firing squad, at the barrel from a social bullet~//
it missed, they were ecstatic, i was right at the brink~//
not just to rhyme what i think, why confine it to ink?~//
had an empty hand, not for a pen, all but a knife~//
it was like pickin double cotton, being a slave in a double life.........

posted by LYRICAL LADY B.K.A SCORPIO POET @ 5:18 AM 0 comments

ARTIST RISKY TITLED THA CITY ON MY DESK

The ephemeral wind, acts as imagery of history
Sinned to a powerful mystery of the city within
Political gains gangster reigns confrontational thangs
Struggle strains, just to remain a hot part of the game
And one obtains fame from respect on a block
Where gangstas throw up just to avoid getting shot
The bright lights at night, keep dope fiends nocturnal
Seek a high to get by their cycle is eternal
Diurnal, passive by day, fiending at night
They a victim to spite allowing me to recount my life
In the city of fight, where everyday is a hustleOne must flex a muscle to avoid the struggleWhere few love you, and less want you to achieve
This city’s got greed, and I’m feelin’ the need
So I bleed tears of joy as fans smile on the boy
Become a man, hand in hand, I raise the land
To band, my city of pity, polluted like a dope fiends titty
Been on top but shitty, since it dropped origin of gangstas of course it’s gon’ flop
So I Get low and watch it from a window
As we livin’ in limbo I prepare for the cold
Cause again, we’re shaking my snow globe…

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Saturday, August 27, 2005

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BOW WOW LIKE U

Like You by Bow Wow

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