THATS WHATS UP

THATS WHATS UP

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how many times we seen this scene unfold i been down the exact same road although it cant stump my flow only if its followed by a caldersack a little pause holds us back fallin off at times thats why the cracks will grow bottled up until we let it all blow this is printed as down as a fact whats the catch too it you cant bring it back raps true using nothing wack sealed wit the red wax then add some cash quicker than the super flash slip it in a 12 inch bag cover an stash before this DJ slips with ya record n scratches it like from front to back abusive tax rules cos once again cash rules yo its the hella smooth dont fuck wit my loot it sits you down an it will choose you you dont fuckin choose any shit so now lose the attitude you bitch ill show you with lights on who the fuck here is limitless with descriptive intelligence effortless in the way i sketch verbal decadence dismissing whats written in a repetitive sense on the defensive pen i went wreck any arrogant head so anyone sensitive that may take offence to this better off poppin a seditive or sippin on the lean then chase it down wit some ketamine blowin out cos we hit another milimetre plunged in secret meanest GHB west of the city everything we need yo we take for keeps an if you in my way to stop my flow or even try change the breeze ill chase you down face to face an if you make me bleed then ill take your weed an ill roll a blunt punk ill fuck you up you playin with the wrong kid listen as this bullshit errupts if you bust this up ill punch yall an make a million cuts why ya pissing me off son thats why they be dissing ya back thats wassup its non stop we cant settle you forgotten exactly whats what makin decisions under the influence of pot then ya missing an wishing youd swapped the gunja instead i hope this isnt when you listen then shit gets mad twisted fabricated bullshit im losing it choosing others so i was hated then you switch it up thats tough shit the roughneck fucked up above the best say less i made a mess tried to correct it quick i confessed to it thats what i did locked it in an cocked it back .an rock another notch swap the six blanks mental heath balancing character average amateurs anarchy panicing witnessed this anylphileptic manic shit tampering wit kamakaze at the start but you cant mark or harm me even with the army at ya back you can handle bigger flames candles with the little names engraved like for the Ukraine fast forward too another decade where we see sins made you could never get ahead even when ya enemy lost a bet then gettin left for dead hands appearin soaked blood red like a Ruski President evidence of war crimes now evident frozen in the elements de frosted so its makin sense dead ahead in retrospect when the romans had a Coliseum of haters theyd never let the enemy enter instead dead Presidents better then them living as a legend everything we recorded seen and said was remembered then it got you locked away switched to endless days then turned to weeks speakin to anyone wanting to come avoid a rumble at our first meet each month got done mathematical sums as i plus it up doin it tough cos a life sentence forgot to mention is kinda rough hands cuffed lining up to be interogated with a phonebook punch twelve for fun from a long jog to a run still a bigger pun cos he kept detectives runnin around without an arrest bullet proof vest couldnt fool the best always gave his interview listen in then its no comment when he was one on one even after a hard heart to heart said his glass was always half full not half empty but ya might wanna pass still plenty of crumbs thinkin we fuckin said some shit cos the rest of the heads buckled under pressure an snitched detest every bitch in the crib limited isnt it with this shit we disfigure this quick an the damned as we stand in our cell which is now like my land in hell listen as the twisted ass misfits begin it again isnt it sick in the head animalistic quit being the middle man of the different gangs cant even keep to myself cos i need to make bank hate this place with no one to thank ive had enough time to think about all my wrongs ive gone straight to hell an back then back to hell again so long so strong hold up for what id swap myself with anyone let me fuckin run around no longer give a shit what happens even if i get battered nothin matters inside there are no goodnights or even a good morning its repeated thats the law get on the floor then they slammin the door abandon our fort

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