when i was thirteen life sure seemed
like my worst dream, some tried to hurt me
i learned bein' in this world mean's
they'll intervene but hey, thats fine.
so i'd go pack nines, never had time
to act fine, saw dudes get flat lined
some had died, shooting was their past time
we're mad guys and insane people
our weapons be made lethal it ain't legal
we make evil, our cerebral is messed up
real thugs, we dont dress up
you feel us so just fess up.
or we'll just go and mess up
you're whole body from the chest up
disrespect us and we'll get you
diss us, and we'll diss you,
and rip through you're facial tissue,
till the doctors have to staple stitch you.
i got my main goal, its to improve.
hard to maintain tho, thats the issue
cause its been true that i am a great kid
my bars are sacred i go hard like pavement
i make this game loos way less hopeless
make the ratchet wack kids all go homeless
these kids need Biphentin they out of focus
and they out of place like an eviction notice
i's gr'ea't but in Æ'rÆbic™ |