Rough drafts of new songs on www.soundclick.com/simple2
Simple.. I know you hearda me/
only nigga u know, that'll merk u verbally/
still u wanna murder me, I move earnestly/
like a burglary, turn ya derby to ya kicks burgundy/
you herbs'll be, dead in ya rhymes/
i'm like ahead of my time/
u can't catch up, u nuth'n but a blur to me/
honestly, u nerds and geeks be blurt'n beef/
i burn ya speech/
hand flames that make u lie where u stand, like perjury/
cry to ya man's "he's hurt'n me"/
fam, you'd be absurd to think/
that ya plans would pass, n' u get tha last word on me/
i don't know who u 'posed to be, but keep up the clown/
i'll put u in the ground, surrounded by fam, and lots of rosaries/
I chose to be a rap beast, so I pack heat/
make u think Shaq rapp'n the way I attack beats/
a nigga wit, some'n to prove, and no time to waste/
ahead of the race, u gotta move, to the back seat/
actually, I could get that deep, if i chose to/
instead I merk cats thats weak, like i was supposed to/
black, don't make me show u, whut i could get sick for/
an ill shit spit-tor.. don't fuck with Vic-tor/
if you're, smart, take heed to the warn'n/
if not, find out how many pieces u get torn in/
you're boring, sleep aid raps, jus' leave me snoring/
i murder u fags, and half my skills still dormant/
i roar while u whisper, sprint while u crawl'n/
won't hesitate to smack the shit out'chu when u drawl'n/
niggaz fall'n, i'm appaulling...
get'cha limp ass haul'd in...
i'm bloody awesome, u bitch... ass... niggaz...
4/9/03