Lyrics
Where I Stand (unreleased) -EMB ENT-
i been livin in the zone grippen tighta on my shit list
all u bitches in my business, fuckin wit my spits, shit
i spit it alllllllll , out the bottom of my soul
from the top of my dome, thas why they feelin me yo
and yall aint stealin the flow, i rhyme slowa, chop it up
bring me back to tha beef, eat it clean, chop it up
i don spoke so many times, many lines leak my beef
many people talk cheap, i bump into em every week
but i smell that they be weak, tryin to meet with a beast
6 -3, half black, half crazy if we beef
represent on every piece, im a prophet to the streets
wanna beef, u leave deceast, every victim on a beat
smack a bitch fo talkin cheap about my songs or my flow
try to play me fo the do, u gets treated like a ho
i gots blood in t.o , ny , texas and atlanta
leave a rappa red like santa, bleedin heavy like its cancer
im the question, not the answer, i aint rep no numba 3
ratha hold a 33 blow ya temple out ya knees
cop a shotty , blow ya body, watch the flesh leak quick
make ya moma sea sick riding heavy on the stick
toss ya teddy at a spick , laughin heavy when i shit
and i diss a dyke bitch if she tryin get up on my dick
fuck a bitch, fuck a man, fuck a fan if he want it
im a true mc, aint no rappas really want it
leave they childish dreams haunted erry time they go to sleep
go to sleep muthafucka , plant yo body deep beneath
im increasin wit my speed to rip a beat straight of the meeter
im a booth and lyric heata damage any wife beat
strangle any white t cuz im ready wit da blade
aimin steady fo ya head , decapitate you , ya u dead
in this poetry , i beef , i speak and seek revenge
tryin to seperate the enemies and push aside my friends
fuck a grudge , i got demands , and my plans to escalate
yall fake muthafuckaz gunna love me either way
still spitten mad heat but i still got the beef
these nights they keep callin tellin me to loose it
confuse my inner judice wit ya childish typa music
nah jus dont do it, dont try and dont dream
skeamin plots in my mind jus to validate my cream
soljaz runnin round the streets only lookin fo the spot
the dope,the candy roks,all da 8 balls on da blok
hot to winter spits it to u,aint nobody hold me down
i hold myself to the ground fo i punch myself out
slit my wrist and drink the blood,im a sick mc
find me spitten on sum E, two hours, 1 free
i aint a g, its faint to see, i burnin yall wit 2rd degree
bleedin beef between the beats fo a rappa murder me
o, u never heard of me,then good u aint goin hear it
rip da soul out ya pockets,break ya body,take ya spirit
shed a tear, hell nah, im done cryin,done the pain
i feel a pain to the game cuz im lyrically insane
so living lyrically its pain,shorts change and punk games
big names, and battle rappas,all about the same game
crossin borders wit they words,dissen bitches and groups
poppin government troops in they g-unit boots..
