Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Custom Rap


Ahan
M O BB D Double E P
R Double E N where my niggaz feelin a 10
it's 1
custom rap ya none
purely streets thats where the holes are dugged in
whole 6 feets
bitches on my click
if yo my chick I'ma make you drip
i move with the animal instincts
I'm a lyrical killer my words are jinx
fuck 45 I'm the link to this terror thing
they gaze with their scopin shit
when i blaze with an open lit
about to blow
yo i roar not like them politic slow
watch me go
hear me when i take a session
it's ya free lesson
i don't make music
i just get doped on a mic
rap alike like them 80's tight
purely opposite of institutional fits
it's offsprings of the late logical hits
my blood is loaded in every rhyme i spit
it's more reputed then what Langston Hughes did
if ya copy me then ya fingerprints be on it
ya shit if you watch me then know that my DNA is on it
keep it real niggaz

custom rap is all like life
this is life you know niggaz you can keep it tight
work on it yo da day and night
when the stage is right get read to fight
custom rap is all like life

I flow from the queens to south
my blood flows from my brain to mouth
I'm lyrical miracle, spiritual vinical
logical superior with this voodoo spit that is imperical
my laugh is hysterical with a load of whip still ruggin literature
coding poetry talking some shit in every joint
holding my pen tight just keeping a grip still spitting light
see i can spit dirty too but the truth ain't clean cause it goes thru
my rhymes burst 40 ounce with a sinical sound
if ya sleep they can make ya bounce it's a bark of a blood hound

custom rap is all like life
this is life you know niggaz you can keep it tight
work on it yo da day and night
when the stage is right get read to fight [X2]

For what i do, and what i write makes no difference
so why wonder when i'll end, prefer time for reference
it's senseless what i write but still no funny stories
I connect hearts with minds when i spit the hoops of glories
I honor fear and I'm da honest here
coding bullshit after bullshit
but still ruggin severe
nigga you can never handle my stuff
take a puff and hear me slow
am I still fast for yo?
then catch my flow like cobra..snatch intro
The hills can’t rise as high as mind elevates
The rivers cant flow as good as the spit debates
I am in a depth of an ocean and notions can’t persist
A coke-head can meditate a symphony that would never exist
People mess around with the wrong shit thinking they can hit and run
Everybody sleeps in a casket not knowing when their life might be done
When I eat bullets, I take them out like the smoke from a pipe.
If ur still for a second I might tattoo ur sole to make u my type
puff life

custom rap is all like life
this is life you know niggaz you can keep it tight
work on it yo da day and night
when the stage is right get read to fight [X2]

custom rap is all like life
custom rap 2009
all my niggaz
keep it real

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