Saturday, May 10, 2008

Vitruvian Snake


I burn better then lava and I stay humbled when I learn
I am colder than ice but I am better when I burn
If ya find a body burn then just know that I did it
If ya see the guns flow then just know that I hit it
Don’t wait for the moment to get u, ya should poof that
I have done it all and I ma still do it and do that
Don’t stand in the line waiting to hoof back
Nothing’s for free ya gota pull the trigger to woof back
I ma hard nigga who struggle goddamn struggle type
I don’t wait for shit to go loose; I get loose to make it right
I don’t wait for the help; I can drive my pistols to start a fight
I ma go deep sleep before I sleep but I won’t die tonight
Death is like a dream and it comes like some river flows
The soles I lost, I can sense them every time the wind blows.
Nothing sounds right to me
So I pray the god to show some light to me
If it’s easy make it hard if it’s hard make it quick
I would deal what I deal just keep the fuel for the wick
My man made me hard to drop down a tear drop
Running down like the sparkles from a fountain of old prop
I can’t convince ya that I am running a hard walk
Its always a battle for battle but when u loose they all talk
I blew an ounce of weed whenever my brothers fought
I made my shadow learn for me whatever the streets taught

I live in an empire built by my ancestors on grounds of loyalty
Snakes don't fit in and neither can spiders where love pumps royalty
There got to be a freedom town inside locked down with no keys and a mind to hide.
I might have changed if I am changed but I can still bleed for my nigga even if it’s a hell’s ride.
Never say I ma be a damn snake, I never been a snake that feeds on free cake
Don’t remorse and never ever fake cause I ma be there as a team right before u wake
Shit is getting high and rewriting my damn fate
But I ma be here trying my best to make it percolate
Don’t be any me; I know there are many ‘me’
Go ride high but always keep a foot on the ground like da only ‘G’
A mouth full of misery and lungs full of haze
I know I ma go lose some when I go win with my pace
Ya know that jail is hell so I ma always puff my lungs with damp weed
Tell my nigger to bring me the finest shit that makes the amps bleed
I ma nigga who can only be slayed with a special blade
Put a hock in my face before u drop ur clip to put me under the shade.
I ma be high and I won’t be lying so give me the word and all be fine
Cause with my next rhyme, I ma make sure that I bring back time.
Gota flip when ya drop that clip and let it drop till the last drip
Guns are louder then thunder but the words can make the storms slip
I got the eagle’s eye and my man says never play the game if ur senses can’t fly
I ma be a Vitruvian snake if the times say die, I ma marry the life or else won’t try.
Little kids changing to men and the men turning to kids
So be a strong contender or ya be sold by bits.
I ma phantom nigga puffing on heavy joints
I don’t make theories when I got all the points
Gonna get the world now thinking the world stays mine
Faggot, that’s a dream and I ma change this time.







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