live off lies

we live off lies

we live our lives

mad man clean and he livin his live

we livin to climb

droppin a line

never droppin a dime

unless im droppin my bitch

never rokin a wire

cuz den i be a snitch

never popped da nine

never dropped da fire

only popped dat two two

but to ground i fired

mind older dan duece duece

i been dat squire

medievil but skipper in da EM word

my needs been dire

but for da fam gotta provide first

family first card

suposed to buy dat food

but 75 cent to dollar could become dat 2

or it could become boot

if yous be addicted

street life in vocab, see it in in the script bitch

like i bust quadroople negatives

nah notta nan nada nuttah budduh , jus me trick

im sik wit leprocy ......how i spit shit

spit 2 bars decay n ur arms drop off ur ligaments

rip broads easily and spark crops of killah shyt

spit snot on emcees who talk talk but dey really bytch

clip marks who seen to be real but lechon affilit.....d

feelin it?

like jacko and kids

or foot draggin junkies jus tryin to get a fix

12 duckets play wit thoughts

crabs in bucket fighted up

khole it be dat family

time for me to tighten up

cuz i gotz to lead da movement

born to be a general

gotta make some moves and

be example for da animals

army of 12 monkeys

War2Day

ey!

u wanna war warday

oye!

words in battle mean nuthin so dont jabbah spray

hey!

u treked a long battlefield holmes, or so u say

but mey!?

im in a war n dere aint really much to say



i dont know why

i was beligerent teen-interger

dont know why i cappt 22s

40 bones for blood stained hair trigguh

dont know why i cause wrek and went for that intertek

thank god, I alive, wit k-hole music on internet



HEEEEEEEY

if i got 2 war 2 day

ima much older souljah

grown up since back the day

when i parkhill, steady flip bouldah

so tha nex war mine or ur body lay

den its over

cuz i only war and slay

if my fam be tortured



HEEEEEEEEEEEEEY

there a war 2day, and

i might jus walk away

cuz my blood be not involved

and predicate jus paked a molar

i visualize a war in dade

and i cant simply walk away

i bleed dat MIA, glock work revolved

clock work, dock surge, I rollah

holdup

the road is paved

and maybe guns get blazed

maybe gums are spayed

maybe blood get grave

i go against the grain

flankin all dem troops

do u feel da pain

pac, above the rim in juice

hollah

if there a game to play

cuz chess is just a war to stage

and i played chess wit real pieces

thanks god i never made brains hang

my cerebellum pushed like fiends who hit da bang

i been 2 80 deep battle but nevah rep no gang

heeeeeey

there be a war 2day

my soul for god 2 take

and when the rapture arrive

i be sure an army demons slain



response to ASA rocks poem



http://www.myspace.com/asaviklund

Lobster

lobster
Current mood: drunk

im so sick when i spit i give tuburk-you-low-sis
i rip a bitch, she git 7 plauges, hail and locusts
when u in the cut wit me, i spit and u wont stop bleedin
cuz i keep flowin like hemophiliacs, im the beacon
of nasty spittin, flow retarded, diseased/ not like majik
johnson
cuz he on some
im rich bitch
n i dont want none
i cant charge it
cuz....
money buys drugs , but fame and luv buy antidote
funny how slugs hit suge and pac and pac is ghost
funny how pork ass crakuhs nevah find the killuhs
but lechon can run to pork n beans n find dealuhs
im a sick bas-tad
from all da acid
tabs, slabs of crak,
cookin base im dat master
n if u met me when i was twelve
you'd think i was alan
dope not sell, eyes not swell
nevah see me wyle'in
couple wrong turns , right turn down dat fork road
so book smarts meet street smarts and vocab steady erode
i finna, blazzae blah, den do dat thing
what really hood, what dey do, n mikingbing
why i talk like dat
same reason i walk like dat
i aint hood
but i was raise by gangstas that was no good
but they so good
they had they principles honorable
same as that G-Code wrote by pac and geronimo
think im drunk im lost in da song
n about dat lobster im glad im gone
but miss my dogs, cuz we had a common hate
for dat place we workedat so we could all relate
a steady pace of 10 percent white guests
at da red lobster black people tip the best
probly cuz dey shocked when u give em good service
cuz most stereotype , n them servers, they worthless
cuz if they look ghetto just work out a hustle
get the money at the start, tip the kitch n give em mussels
get 60 for the app, 2 drinks and 2 meals
and u just made 40 dollars off of dat deal

im trashed

1000 thoughts parody

1000 thoughts parody
Current mood: numb

i seen her in my dreamz at most every othernight

but these nite terrors be my every nite's fight

not talkin bout a bytch , talkin bout my seed

dead mariel sed dont trust nuthin dat bleed

foe seven days, n i dont die

in heaven she reside , so nightly i cried

why....

pac....

why?

n my heart turn black cold n made of dat gran-nit

i try to open up for a girl/ i cant dammit

i tried to open up for a girl/ tried bein nice

but she played me like i play herbs wen i roll dice

i tried bein a nice guy, but she got scare'd

pac sed bein a nice guy, get u no where

so i back bein stone cold, bangin cokehoes

n im dey last step befoe dey dwell dopeholes

oh no!

U KNOW?

u dont?

den ill let u hear it

my hart black hard like lucifer spirit



im sick of argue'in



left permanent scars on my heart , but dey dun healed

but scar tissue hurts when tats hit it , n still

stranglin myself when i try to sleep

try to tink positive but negative it creep

like try'in to think of an angel

devil taps my cerebellum like bogengels

feet shakin like my hands do dat

where da fuk was my lady when i blew crack

no know where she at

no where to be found like tha luv dat we had

not, knife to my chest n she wanted to stab

hieneken bottles at my dome, n all i can do, shake hurup

love relationships so fake like hair n makeup

oh!

so wanted happy home like tupac songs

but i cant hold on to hope, cuz life aint so long

seen a girl in a dream, n she gots my hart

but i never seen her, so my love be in da dark

blahzay blah

blazay blah
Current mood: brrrrrrrrrrrat

what i know

most of what i seen contra riches

how can i judge jits

when i walked dey shoes n been in dey britches

i never tried to hard

to be accepted on dat boulevard

been in deez kicks all by choice

and it wasnt overnight how i gotz dis voice

steady slangin bangin , a G thru progress

and the G's that taught me turned str8 when i ended process

but that no problem

they taught me dirt duece double may triple problem

revolvin solvin

solute , emulsify, and im dat solvent

n i stand on my own 2 achiles

forgettin bout the lake where we tossed out 2 semis

and i try to walk my older brothers path

but that mean im ignant

so i sit and laugh

n u dont know it yet

might tink i a liar

but i embody the dirt souf

n im it messiah