xcyraxx
Well-Known Member
just puttin our songs on here while i factory restore my haarddrive 
this the calm before the storm for i burst like a levy
killin thousands when this shit gets heavy
i feel sorry for you man i hope you ready
for the truth im bout to spit
this reality aint shit
i could give a fuck what you thank when im conversatin with god
and tupac approaches
the blunt refill and we dont smoke roaches
man this the real life man we needa toast this
cuz i could give a fuck what you think about my cloths
i could give a fuck what you thank about my flows
maybe ill give a fuck less when the end is close
ill be flyin high like an ounce of indo
aint open for suggestion fuck the idea in question
we here for our sins not for a blessin
when i die point me in the write direction
cuz my body belongs with the devil and my mind with god
my soula be chillin while you still frontin like a villon
but we all kno even dogs got fillins
ill put in a good word for everyone so ill see you when u out grow the livin
this is real speak this is words of wisdom
this the calm before the storm for i burst like a levy
killin thousands when this shit gets heavy
i feel sorry for you man i hope you ready
diplomatic, i call bluff with that semi automatic
words aint gotta rhymes to get a crowd extadic
you keep ya crew matchin like a bunch of faggots
yellow belly like a piss stained matress
i know whos real so let me kick the fact list
i spit raw like a crack lisp matter fact kid
i leave you spittin blood with a fuckin cracked rib
bones stickin out like me in this rap shit
im priceless im timeless you tryna front like you aint spineless
come into a freestyle battle with a rhyme list
ohh you mad cuz im stylin on ya hole nieghborhood
im from Northwest bitch i could give a fuck about what you say you could
ill end your existance like 2012
we run this shit so we keep the crown where its held
i treat the beat like a bitch cuz we get along real well ooohhhhh.
i tought myself to be a man cuhz it seemed no one could ever understand
expect me to have no scars after losin my number on fan
expect me to have life in order like i should have a plan
man i just wanna grab the hand/ of time/ and let that bitch rewind /
back to a time/ when there wasnt nuuh to worry bout/
except for the cussin screemin and i still hate to hear them shout
and yall expect me to love women but i dont know what women about
my family said fuck it his daddy dead now his mind corrupted
askin me why om so quite
cuz i aint stop thankin since the day i couldnt force myself to cry
when little joey died
ive seen it to many times
god been fuckin with me as of late
cuhz hes dillin me hands that aint that great
you see i surround/ myself with people i knew would stick around/
only problem is these the same people thata keep you on the ground/
keep ya mind faded so you cant spread ya wings/
so you cant change things/
like when momma used to play the blamin game
tired of you/ expectin our graditute/ but all i ever showed you was an additude/
nah i aint mad at you/
im done with even thankin bout you/
tellin our family im your baby/ but maybe/ they can see like i do/
i know you wont change its seems you been getting worst/
youll still see me at ya death bed and pullin you out that hurst
i gotta say thangs even though it hurts
consider this a brake up over text message
except im sayin fuck you cuhz you got me with these hexes
we was dirt poor and you just had to have that new necklace
while we sittin at home starvin wonderin where our daddies check is
man you wreckless
smoke inhaled burnin my throat
and the best thang i can say now is this could be my suicide note
read it carefully so you dont miss a thang
and maybe you could grasp the consept as to why my generation been blowin out our brains
cuz our parent was raised the same
so we all stuck in the in the rain in the same weather
but imma be strong and watch thangs not get better
this the calm before the storm for i burst like a levy
killin thousands when this shit gets heavy
i feel sorry for you man i hope you ready
for the truth im bout to spit
this reality aint shit
i could give a fuck what you thank when im conversatin with god
and tupac approaches
the blunt refill and we dont smoke roaches
man this the real life man we needa toast this
cuz i could give a fuck what you think about my cloths
i could give a fuck what you thank about my flows
maybe ill give a fuck less when the end is close
ill be flyin high like an ounce of indo
aint open for suggestion fuck the idea in question
we here for our sins not for a blessin
when i die point me in the write direction
cuz my body belongs with the devil and my mind with god
my soula be chillin while you still frontin like a villon
but we all kno even dogs got fillins
ill put in a good word for everyone so ill see you when u out grow the livin
this is real speak this is words of wisdom
this the calm before the storm for i burst like a levy
killin thousands when this shit gets heavy
i feel sorry for you man i hope you ready
diplomatic, i call bluff with that semi automatic
words aint gotta rhymes to get a crowd extadic
you keep ya crew matchin like a bunch of faggots
yellow belly like a piss stained matress
i know whos real so let me kick the fact list
i spit raw like a crack lisp matter fact kid
i leave you spittin blood with a fuckin cracked rib
bones stickin out like me in this rap shit
im priceless im timeless you tryna front like you aint spineless
come into a freestyle battle with a rhyme list
ohh you mad cuz im stylin on ya hole nieghborhood
im from Northwest bitch i could give a fuck about what you say you could
ill end your existance like 2012
we run this shit so we keep the crown where its held
i treat the beat like a bitch cuz we get along real well ooohhhhh.
i tought myself to be a man cuhz it seemed no one could ever understand
expect me to have no scars after losin my number on fan
expect me to have life in order like i should have a plan
man i just wanna grab the hand/ of time/ and let that bitch rewind /
back to a time/ when there wasnt nuuh to worry bout/
except for the cussin screemin and i still hate to hear them shout
and yall expect me to love women but i dont know what women about
my family said fuck it his daddy dead now his mind corrupted
askin me why om so quite
cuz i aint stop thankin since the day i couldnt force myself to cry
when little joey died
ive seen it to many times
god been fuckin with me as of late
cuhz hes dillin me hands that aint that great
you see i surround/ myself with people i knew would stick around/
only problem is these the same people thata keep you on the ground/
keep ya mind faded so you cant spread ya wings/
so you cant change things/
like when momma used to play the blamin game
tired of you/ expectin our graditute/ but all i ever showed you was an additude/
nah i aint mad at you/
im done with even thankin bout you/
tellin our family im your baby/ but maybe/ they can see like i do/
i know you wont change its seems you been getting worst/
youll still see me at ya death bed and pullin you out that hurst
i gotta say thangs even though it hurts
consider this a brake up over text message
except im sayin fuck you cuhz you got me with these hexes
we was dirt poor and you just had to have that new necklace
while we sittin at home starvin wonderin where our daddies check is
man you wreckless
smoke inhaled burnin my throat
and the best thang i can say now is this could be my suicide note
read it carefully so you dont miss a thang
and maybe you could grasp the consept as to why my generation been blowin out our brains
cuz our parent was raised the same
so we all stuck in the in the rain in the same weather
but imma be strong and watch thangs not get better
