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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 6 2015, 02:19 PM (47 Views) | |
| Webster | Feb 6 2015, 02:19 PM Post #1 |
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Wasatch Storyteller & Resident Forum Curmudgeon
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Silver --Don't fear mere words cuz if it takes a word ruin ya You should have already hard you're finished through and soon ya See that stifling sentences is so much more suspicious Much worse could come of that so much more delicious To the dastardly bastardly plans of little mice and men Ugly rears its head and speaks from now and then People love to disagree so avoid the endless bout make no attempt To try and suss the stupid out But of the racist institutions simple minds belong Not happy just being human, no wish to get along Little people need exclusions sucker groups to throng It makes them feel special it makes them feel strong Now I got a click but it's more like a family Not an ethnic trip more like an ethic see I write the rhyme today tell it to you later Whether were coming in wack or what it's a waste to be a hater Graffiti bombs-from the palms-love is so strong Can't be stopped too long For the night it will come Shaped in the form of Mars that stone afar Ghetto cool Oh well Now you feel the spell The color rocks the bell The king of swing rise to the top The thythm possessed in ya and it don't stop The mise is broken The demon locin' Dropping the bomb and all that is left is the smokin' Cloakin' chokin; the lyrics are spoken Infrared vision scopin' condition Now breakin' 'em all to pieces like a sly rap bandit Witha fly Lu-Kang kick in Mortal Combat and I land it So get your own back when I jam it cold and Hearing about you rhyme style been outmoded The dopest flow upon the planet Dope is the word the bro throw up on the down low ****** You juice your fucking friends like Dracula But when we kick you out you're just brokula You left a big surprise from Pacific Bell Called all your relatives and your friends in Hell Now let me tell you something you fucking piece of shit You'll never have no money, now tell me was it worth it? You leave a trail of lies that's why you keep moving We won't come after you we'd only end up provin In the end revenge send ends to the defendant I know that statement's true I wear it like a pendant I know you'll hear this song so I think it's funny The name is theif or trust and money. Like Captain Picard we come hard in light years Our star has long bust but now reappears In your sky at night rising and immense Yes you see ourselves in the shine of it And so passing under the dome of the great sky Beware we are the stars holmes that you ruled by Where death reborn into the world is a gift So the future with no voice of its own will uplift All is gone All is calm y'all Set wrecked in L.A. In the Wetlands of New York Atlanta and Phoenix Portland, Lincoln and N.O. |
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| Webster | Feb 6 2015, 02:22 PM Post #2 |
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Wasatch Storyteller & Resident Forum Curmudgeon
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Offbeat Bare-Ass (a/k/a Tanya's favorite song...) ![]() --Many different people can apply to drop the funk It's not a country club review board steady talkin junk Many people would have it others go put and grab it Some trip over roots and say fuck it I'm sunk I put it in a limerick and kick the slick nick verbs I am the one who scores the herb When we're on the road P-Nut rolls it up Throw me a joint on stage what's up I will tell a cop that I know my fucking rights And we can match wits all night for real He said if I had nothing to hide Then of course I wouldn't mind if he looked through our ride No, uh I'd really rather you didn't And no we don't have guns hidden We stood there for a while continue to decline Firm, I didn't lose my mind I didn't let him break me he's just another human Not a bit of shame in what we were doin' that day He couldn't make us stay We had our shit together It don't matter whether We sport the dread locks or the shaved head Or if we have a sticker from the dead I said a better verse rehearsed about the roughneck curse Last week I keep an even keel and bow in place And face the music every minute Never could see my homey comin' till he passed Funky gas by my way all the day I couldn't laugh Oh by now I'm chill with it Bare ass in my face I'm ok but Chad's like "Uh-uh no he isn't" So I proceed to hear him get loose with the Fartin' all over my face sometimes my tummy He fucked with my flow although I thought it funny I probably wouldn't care if I smoked more kind bud But that wouldn't do me shit cuz then he'd fuck me more up Crazy ill and chillin' rude but I'ze a real cool dude He didn't believe the day would come when he would get his top But then one day right in front of his face I got him He looked over said " **** get me some water" The one time I hadn't wasted till I got mine Smeared his nose with my armpit funk slime So you get it the picture just how sick we were then But before I jet "Hey yo Chad sniff my finger man" Ahh, that's right baby I can see a lot of people who feel like I do I can see a lot of people who feel like I don't I go on step lightly even when I'm heavy High jump the slump open up for the Revy Horton Heat Sweet what am I displayin' forgot what I was saying I know I must be laying a pipe you got a gripe With the way I get high Graffix bong sing along with a cry of a Mandatory sentence for a crime with no victim When everyone knows jail terms should be picked in Order of the pain that they cause Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law Until you violate the rights of another Respect the space of your sister and your brother The war on drugs may be well intentioned But it falls fucking flat when you stop and mention An overcrowded prison where a rapist gets paroled To make room for a dude who has sold A pound of weed to me that's a crime Here's to good people doin time y'all Bare Ass Yeah x4 |
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