this dude christ... (freestyle january 2003)
freestyle at papers place introduced by BT
Lyrics
"so I say paper chase?"
"that's all I'm gonna say"
"and then yer gonna come in and introduce me"
"PAPER MUTHAFUCKIN CHASE!!!"
"yeah, this time it's serious... my dads home... FUCK!!!"
this dude christ had a
plan to defeat us
we walk ten deep in
disguise as street thugs
i speak werds understood by kids
and pretend that im human
but im doom with skin
ayo it gets dark
every room im in
this is paper chase
if yer just tuning in
pure rage with a body
and his spite is known
i serve death on a beat
through a microhpone
the beats hook kids into
my life at home
people fiend for my rap
like it's priceless coke
muthafucka im smokin' green tonight
while you broke muthafuckaz
steady fiend for white
im a cold muthafucka
when i breathe it's ice
im just a trip that you've seen
in yer dreams at night
cuz im str8 out tha gutter
muddy, grimey, and gritty
presedent on board
of tha rhyming commity
vancity tha city of crack
kids smokin phatt rocks
beggers every side walk
beggin you to buy pot
I'm high topped like tall men
or running shoes
my cliques sick and
quick to pull a gun on you
im like a liar on tha stand
with his hand on tha good book
stealing every ring that tha crook took
a clean criminal
never seen a jail cell
the only thing i ever did
was quit and fail well
they call me paper cuz i love
getting cash, checks, credit cards,
chains, rings always gonna stay king
say things muthafuckaz get live too
convince you that Im true
what tha fuck could i do, die soon?
make paper chase a legend
make his damn enemies regret
they ever met him
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