Lifestyles of the broke, bummy and aimless whoever said, tryna get fame was painless should be shamed, this game is, insane, driving me outta my mind frame its so heinous but instead of complainin i take back woods to the brain and get complacent weed makes niggas act as they should instead of takin action inside of they hoods for liberation niggas can talk that shit cuz, it sounds amazing click to the next youtube flick while i be blazing scratching on my balls hit a broad to rearrange them didnt even wash and its been to many day since and she aint hesitate to put her face in like she aint, notice the taste, my god the youth is wasted she a spelmanite scholar, cant blame it on education why the fuck would I rhyme for you entertainment when judges is handin me fraudulent papers at my arraignment fuck the rules and regulations fuck the job, fuck the fed, fuck the IRS Im advocating tax evasion fuck the corporations, and administrations and fuck the ballot box "I voted for assassination" I dont five a fuck how this makes you feel niggas need to keep it real instead of coppin deals sellin out for mass appeal and try to be concealed i should steal on you uncle tom coon ass rappers free form no hooks, jus jabbin straights and uppercuts hittin like madden shakin up your widescreen smokin irene got my eyes leaned seein high beams inside of my rear view mirror followed by blue and red lights from in they headlights? 5-0s got my head tight, send college niggas to the pen to get strikes? over some stupid shit? so i be on some Pac and Huey Newton shit shoot a pig, beat the charge, hit the lab, and do a vid Fuck how this makes you feel Niggas need to keep it real instead of coppin deals sellin out for mass appeal and tryna be concealed i should, steal on you uncle tom coon ass rappers fuck, fuck, fuck, how this makes you feel niggas need to keep it real instead of coppin deals selling out for mass appeal and tryna be concealed i should steal on you uncle tom coon ass rappers nowadays, niggas they play the game ass backward they get a deal, make it last, take the "Shaft" (no badges) and when I think about these uncle tom coon ass rappers i think they poon as a porno actress content dont matter if the industry is what you think is righteous then consider this as rebel music, resurrect the devil thru it niggas screamin revolution shootin fourty fours at the judges doors, steady boostin outta foreign stores this is war, you can rest assured, sick of livin poor couldn eat and gettin fucked up is what I could afford gettin drunk till a nigga cant drink no more hittin the skunk till a nigga cant think no more im jackiechan face, red eye cant blink no more lookin for whores, hit her pink till her stink get sore im off topicbut my time is over so I'll sign this rhyme with the bullet killin me from FBIs hire poachers still dont give a fuck im just tryna get mines, aint gotta live it up so if tryna stop my shine, you can lick my nuts on a city bus for talkin ridiculous and thats just what the fuck it is

i gotta genius IQ and a retard GPA because I tease and play in class while the teacher teaches away feeling bleek and gray see no need to stay in this placement because i seek a way to be educated without enslavement my mind is racing, feelin like time IM wasting inside of these gates that im stationed which acts as a safe haven we all wanna be great men, but the world is abasing im tryna make the grade while in simultation make basic paymennts attention, can pay it cuz doctors who are my faavorite are sexy so she teach its fuckin up my concentration I envision a day when I take in a fly professor undress her across my dresser then bend her over my desk or take an english test for, how to get her to wearin lesser cuz im twenty thousdand leagues under and tryna get her wetter but im a digressor, and under so much stress and pressure to do better I come off as an unreasonable aggressor this feasible conjecture, my shallow appoach a demeanable lecture to broach yolks with amalgamous throats thought of rockin stylish coats and loc's along with dope kicks, to hit the strip and stroke a go-liver to lick my dick ride and shit my stick, inside of the thickes hips divide the tightest lips and pipe the bitch til her spinal get stiff and after taggin ass, Ill be wakin up at noon fucked up and missing my morning class Hittin this haze, so I live in a dazeof mass confusion yeah the dorm was cool but now they boostin, niggas always movin out on parsons for a minute with a quickness, niggas always shootin why? we'll never know, we just keep makin excuses about, future improvmentsand how we gonna reduce it and another life gets taken befor the hood can recouper rate, and couldnt relateso i down the others around me whether they clowned me or held me down G mentality was fuck you the universe surrounds me step around me and imma take you to to the ground profoundly but im ignorant, livin in a shitty condition professor bitchin bout some homework missin you know the bro don listen white jesus made me dont go chistian and rich folks don hold on to religion unless they killas but moneys the root f all evil is what they taught us you cut the root you cut the problem shootins an the robbins, lootin bombin coonin and uncle tommin foolish gods screwin the youth with they lost causes the lynchins the mobbin the killins the carnage takin place on behalf of government sponsorship this is not a trick, do the knowledge bitch fuckin common sense tells you that obama wasnt shit and osama was a lick that them niggas hit critical thinkin skills that i put to use i couldve got straight As but tell me whats the use

Chiefin this cheeba while my receiver bumpin cuts from Anita Bakin soon as I wake on the best of Atlanta Reefer got me a heep of this sativa that keeps a nigga like me high as a Redskin Stadium Bleacher backwoods, brews and bitches complete my cipher im reaching for lighters to ignite a burning desire insighting a riotus fire from my lips to my lungs that I blow back in the form of purple smoke to smother the Sun visual was amazing, even outraging to some like babies fighting slavery in Haiti with prayers for guns I sip jamaican rum naked while im playin the drum on a cloud like im God own seed embracing the slums and I aint making fun of playfully dumb but blazin is ummm, similar to phrases raised from the tongue they savory, so dont be hasty if you making your runs I got five plus a roll up if you saving me some cuz i gotta cravin, pearl up that ganja-lation, throw that thang in rotation all it takes is a couple Js and Im in my zone If u was familiar with Culture, it goes with no explaining I be nine clouds above cloud nine, completely faded off the that purple haze, reggie on my worst of days blowing sour, rapping black power with Mau and Hurricane Nickle bag days is over, Os got me leanin for the proper reasons conquering treason I cop for Seasons I aint feenin, but I need It on me from morning to evening the sensi repels the demons when devils commence to creepin and levels begin decreasing don concede to demise, but expressed through the deepest of sighs is my need to get high I blow till i bleed from the eyes people plead that Im defeating my mind but the only time i think of quittings when Im getting fried Id rather build puffin daffodil with my pad and quill while savages actin ill I simply rise above the madness keep it real

Well on this, Saturday afternoon waking up late and bumpin the baddest tunes the bobby womack from the evening past that made shawty swoon and break me off with the poon still played in my college room the situation i wake to had me dazed and confused am i sill fried? peeling my eyes to reveal and I find that cutie pie boo that slept by my side, had been dipped switch up the mood, father Marley describes the Natural Mystic involved causing flaws in the vibe in these times its hard to decide, whether shawty was slime or whether she was a victim of an innocent crime oh well although i thought our spirits were intertwined maybe her ancestral energy stepped in and declined and it sucks between the sluts and the cluckers who kick it to get lifted the best of women show love in lesser percentages the black community is similar if you think of it singing i got my brothers back and then stab you in it I woke Friday, feeling whatever, despite the nice and sunny weather Im still trapped in the spirit of a lesser without a notable oppressor, i struggle against the conjecture feeling mentally beaten by moral lectures my celly on the dresser, at 326 I missed a text message from this chick vanessa she tells me the college life is better and wants to know whats goin on cuz its been forever sinse my last letter, well i dont tell her the truth cuz i dont wanna stress her i just leave her with a peace and said I respect her for how she handles pressure blessed her like i used to, back in the days when we were coo coo for each other and talking to her seemed more, fruitful then thought Id go do something useful but why when every time you try to be positive cops just try to come and shoot you petty minutia, I move up to rise above but its seems my phoenix wings dont wanna do what they does It was a Thursday, evening my demeanor in public was real angry, i had eaten something beating my stomach god, damnit, i suppose had a nigga been smarter i wouldve know the double cheese was bad, they sold it for a dollar blowin my high good thing that i got some mo trees but if i smoke another one then Imma'na have to proceed to go feed my face again and cant take the chance im posted but cant hold up my stance cuz i gotta hold my pants up with my smokinghand left hand bizzy with a thing, got that ill swing vibe she real city and still strictly cocoa medina, queen of sheba blessed be the creature how she keeps her sexy features delectably unique she freak, but thats nothing to speak of' just know she got that hot pocket on preheat cuz but i digress, lost in the stipulations of our conversation pondering greatness under the awning at the marta station please pardon my clause of extended conversation but darlin Im fond of ya i wont prolong this situation i really wanna give ya some bodily stimulation like a dissertation but in the form of a dick invasion ...so by my lonely I build, by my lonely is where i born knowledge when ciphers get still and by my lonely get ill by my lonely i smoke life aint a game, but it is an inconsiderate joke, with no love

113 in the morning smoking marijuana mourning my dreads, brushing my wave pattern ash and count a stack of my bread collection thoughts like roach clips when the next of calls gave me an erection heavy balls, sweaty palms, jelly armed tryna respond the alarm. the conversation wasnt long "come get this pussy when you ready, God" and then she gone, I ponder my qualm its sinister but we on, did I mention she my homeboys sister this is my song, but nothing short of God is preventing my dick from, enterin walls ive been often wishing for but my, flawed position must have prolonged her decision but now she finna gimme the kitty prize winner within the mind of sinners lies small divisions or none at all I could mention that would halt intentions of gettin drawls, In this small clause i wonder if my thundeous wake dawn a forsaken bond of brothers, its gotta be another hoes sprawl and thought i fall, victim to lettin the wisdom pick the protocol, cuz i know its all bad but it feels too, real good, to still do, the right thing by my mans although we still cool real to real i would feel you, if you feel screwed and like a brother abused trust, fuck it my dude, i was a fool and we be sippin brews but wouldnt be true if i didnt say she gave ya boy the sweetest taboos see, i know you gotta man and you know the love of my life is many miles away, with passion we vibing, but stifle it on a day to day, yo nigga be actin trifeling, you need a place to lay for one night but i give you the pipe and we light another j I, wanna pray for your situation but Im too concentrated on how my exponent sustains your whole equation, exacerbation of the problem, true, instead of my conscious head I defer to my cock head and pursue, besides you say that your man, cant fuck worth a damn and havent a clue and I know that your fm is really my mans he'll understand that you cute, he knows i favor you, so beautiful with the way you do, dark complected chocolate body looking so flavorful, i go insane for you on daily too. naked we'd make a symphony simply i lay the bass while you play my flute, the blatant truth, since the days that I was latent youth i been feenin to make ya body get to "breakin" like 82 for these crimes, im sure you people feel im guilty of treason, open season, prolly wanna pummel my teeth in, for a valid reason, but Im not bein, shallow and theiving, cuz yall dont even know the way she got me open so please, man o, shorty, o shorty why you gotta be so fly, whenever you float by, and even though i never see you often, i catch you walkin, tossin me special vibe, and testin my mind witcha sexy behind , mentally ive, already put my erection next to ya spine and applied the proper pressure till i stretch your vagina bout a milion times, so are you built to last the rugged design, bay bee whaddaya say we, get into something kinda crazy, then blaze tree, Ill heat you up like somethin savory then freak ya body down like it was made to be, whips chains and slavery on tainted sheets is fair game foreplay to me lust , greed, rage, hypocrisy and, o the debauchery, o, o the debauchery, you tantalizing fantasize fellatio and sodomy and followin you swallow me you possibly the nastiest ive ever met, splashing on me dripping wet, aint gotta be gentile just hit it to get ya shit in check and switch positions, she ride the distance and when she finished its not, the sound of a mistress, its a clock and a nocturnal emission

This is dedicated to the umbrella corporation of fellas actin as predators keepin blacks from stackin cheddar they packin gats in Cadillacs and integras the jump out boys poison us and the hella felonous, et cetera its "URB-N-WARFARE" whatchu tellin us we young intellectual and rebellious, the combination represents the deadliest elements high on anti depressants and lightin up "trick'le bredren" bright as an incandescent as far as blades go, your sentences is predicates cuz from your message I cant even fathom where your mental is I throw a blade that'll maim you decide to mess with my flows jump inside of your chest leaving you beathless they all wanna know where the check sit they dont give a damn, probably murk you and your fam for a petty necklece we aint civilized if we live our lives reckless Negus is learning S&W for they get they lessons Maybe thats why daily our babies must cope with depression dont play they just restless prey for the predators in a secular settlement that impetuousness perpetuates be we just wanna get away but I dream of I better day traveling on a KMTic getaway instead of having to beg and pray for "massa" to let us stay inside of the hell we lay, we might have been led astray foundation our social locay but im tryna levitate slaving for the pie but aint seen more than a 7/8 "we shall overcome" is cliche, insolvent, and yesterday faith, is ill logical, never trust what a reverend say cuz God work dont ever pay cash, so why the collection plate?

I met a child with the ashiest knees removing glass from his feet smoking a cigarette short from off the the concrete while gnashing his teeth and he asked me if i would happen to be able to spare to loose change for a package to eat i learned his dad deceased his momma back in the streets, relapsing after cats had put some crack in her tree back in 03, so they family turned they back and just fleed i blessed him, but it taught me two lessons, the first came in the form of a question like was this a test from divine intervention, the second, showed me that throwing money at a problem can never solve em, unless you stop what caused em i gave a man a fish but I aint show him how, wonder where the lil brother now prolly hungry and bummy, broke violent and amped, lookin for answers, caught with a dirty hammer, clamped locked in the slammer for some ignorant shit he did wit his mans n them, niggas still talkin hood beef i wanna kill cancer because it took the life of my grand mamma dear Nanny I miss you, please lay down your hands of love and protection Im stressin over how this all could be gone at any second and my body breathless my soul is gonna be restless am i suggesting the undead is real? answer is yes cross it offa ya checklist think im outta pocket wait til im Naked Outta my zone, a Negus slippin on his pimpin the wisdom always bitchin i aint tryna be no victim of the system but it seems like at least a night in prisons gonna getcha especially if youse a nigga which kinda make me wanna get wit a religion givin up my life to the mystery life wasnt meant to be trife, full of struggle and the strife and the misery spiteful and finicky whites, spics, niggers and and kikes with dykes energy that will delightfully turn your wife into swiss cheese for some nikes and a low price at the pump for supreme gasoline its gotta be were teens lost in the garden Eden following the conjuring of hollow serpentines but a talkin snake always gotta scheme similar to politicians dreams, and the logic doesnt seem concrete in the least so were similar to fiends being sold a dream, and being told it will deliver you from livin in between a rock and a hard place a cop and a small space or standing in Gods face even in death lying, saying that you did your very best when this nigga gave you breath and can see the lies forming in yo chest before you can even give em depth try no to be depressed, smokin weed and cigarettes keeps me in check, eatin nestle's ingest e and rest free of stress i gotta get ghost arrivederchi avidazen peace and adios catch me on another coast of a different continent simply because im positive that the end is near for this triple tiered colony 50 state idiocracy without a job for me so how im gon pay these college loans is a problem thats probably finna cause me to act a fool 22 and gettin older so confused, what am i supposed to do mostly im a vocal dude but the wise only gives replies when they spoken to and know its true, words of a chosen few can easily open you, to a whole new world like "inception" im questioning the seem between dreams and when life is in session i guess my intellect should be subjected to a higher discretion.

the weather could never silence the beast you know when police is storming the concrete like civil war is out in the streets that its a different season and to many its killin season cuz the way the heat can turn people into savage demons especially when they havent eaten cuz they cash is leanin on e and its nothing in the crib to feed em but water inside a broken freezer and if you had ac then it wasnt workin either gotta stay cool by smokin a little reefer toking on cheeba kept my mind off lookin for stolen heater and runnin with rugged teens committing felonies and misdemeanors and it would seem that making dough but graduates are comin home and fuckin up the paper, so i play it low, hang with baby bro catch fellatio from a half naked college educated ho she wanna make it slow to the radio but i take control and Im tryna break the mold like God, Damn, Shorty you know this is the Jam so let me take you by the hand and give you this command yeah I know you love your mans but I gotta scram I Just wanna Jam(x3) You know this is the jam, so roll another couple grams and pass it to the fam whole squad willdin out and we dont give a damn you know this is the jam(x2) Man, Im bored as shit in class sick of history math and chemisty Im tryna smash on that bad ass bitch winking at me sunny days have come to put me out my misery Im outta school mad cuz my cash Is dwindling i aint in it for the cream tryna live the dream tryna see my blessings, but it seems i fall between poverty depression and the schemes the daily schemes and the latenteens selling shakey weed paper chasing breaking on the scene when its(sirens) Si-reens I seen while i was hittin the light green tryna write was might seem as a pipe dream in to a legitimate life stream and it might seem simple but kinda makes us one in the same as drug addicts doping the brain dream til they go in sane saying Avidazen to the constrains of society similar to the flame that remains inside of me and probably honestly what inspired me on this Mutha Fuckin Jam you know this is the jam so roll another couple grams and pass it to the fam whole squad wildin out and we dont give a damn cuz you know this is the jam(x4) breakin down the sticky dump the guts up in a can wet the towel at the door and dont forget the fan cuz i dont wanna get jammed up while im trying to jam you know this is the jam

life is but a cup of tea is what they shoved at me in school when i was younger but my stomach was rumbling from hunger i couldnt muster the audacity to think about that shit me and my family split a bag of salad for dinner happily living conditions hazardy stomach on anti gravity mad at me cuz i ignore classes on bags of tea you never could understand my parody to witness all the riches that exist in the system and not get equipped with a fifth of they salary laughing at me sayin that blacks live backward and savagely cuz "tell a lie" vision portrays us as dastardly, but im beyond capacity, teeter along the wall of insanity just wanna jab a cracker in his cracker teeth its cuz my poppa work hard to give back to me and your fathers a dirty lawyer for the tax industry this is whack the synergy o f fiscal division lacks symmetry the way black detrimentally sit in the back miserably similar to a Clipper ships activity