My name is Mike Morris.....You've probably seen my old pages or known me as "Xquizit1" ...im the more grown and elevevated part of him and i just kick the hot shit.
this right here is a track i did....discussing 3 talented people who encountered obstacles and how either they did or didn't overcome these obstacles
Lyrics
TONIGHT
she was a stud beauty drop dead gorgeous chick….
Loved prada but she just couldn’t afford the shit…
So she made clothes outta her old clothes ole rose…
Was looking more like she belonged with those pros..
Who walked down the runway flashin the gear…
But she couldn’t flash it and cried batches of tears..
She was asked to come act for the womens division..
But them asses didn’t cast her when she auditioned…
Now its all downhill from there…
But I tell you at the bottom of the hill it aint mills 2 share..
Now she done lost all her faith…
Its sorta like when u first find out santa clause is fake..
Ya jaws’ll ache….she never wanted all the cake…
Just a moment to show her body and aww ya face,,
But its all good it gotta happen someday…
She a senior in highschool rippin the runway….
Chorus
He wrote his first rhyme at 7…..puffed cigs at 9…
Squeezed nines by the time he was eleven…
At time he was havin many run ins with the fellas…
From the villas they was killas and they just wanted to kill him…
He was only 13 but could brawl with the rest of them…
Upside lil man could ball with the best of them…
Wicked jumpshot and he crossed all the rest of them…
Wasted talent he got involved with the tecs and them…
He felt big felt tall with the clips…
Had problems with bloods got involved with some crips..
And as hard as it gets…
Aint no comin out on top when u tryna do this warrior shit…
Them niggaz from the villa saw em chillin on the block…
So they ran up with the glocks..and they killed em on the spot..
Identified by his moms in the morgue..
16 years old….now she cryin on the floor…..
he aint make it…
an aspiring writer he had spent a lot of his time in rikers…
3 different times in jail but this time was the finals…
23 hour lockdown for 15 years…
he envied the outsiders cried big green tears..
for 15 years..he wrote every sick thing shared…
and combined into a rhyme called 15 years…
finally after 15 years….he was reaeased…
and he realized the sick things shared had gone deceased..
he aint make it…
somebody was makin statements…
cuz he forgot that he had missed 15 years of the basics…
it won’t nikes no more….its dc’s….
t shirts was white tee’s 8 traccks was cd’s…
so for another 15 years…
he wrote about the new shit influenced by his teen years…
then he published it….called it…Hip hop clown….
The influence from hip-hop then to hip hop now…
He made it….
