Shit, where do I start? Been writing for about 12 years now........first verse I ever wrote was a remix of, lmao, Meatloaf's "That's How Rock and Roll Dreams Come True"........shit was hot for real. Started flowin for people an shit, people liked it.....12 years later, I'm still nowhere with it. Ha, nah, I aint tryin to be a star, I just plain love hip-hop. Most my shit is lyrically focused........shit you really have to listen to a few times to really get.
Lyrics
Verby:
This broken land, the home of one broken man…
The tome of the soaking sand, where only hope shows it’s hand…
To those that don’t dare to stand, against the god’s in their grand…
Glory, the odds of this old story would put holes in your plan….
How little the scriptures tell, that’s why I riddle them scriptures well….
I fiddled with mister hell, now my freedom is a widow in this little cell…
On the sigil in my brittle shell, in the middle of my crystal hell….
Thus I widdle my a vigil of a symbolof my mental fundamental that I know so well….
Hold it up for the gods to see, and ask them why they’ve forsaken me…
In my eyes it aint crime, I took back from you what you took from me…
But there aint no pitty taken upon any mortal frame….
And so I blame the skies for bringing me eternal pain.
Every tear that dropped was a violin stroking I could hear it’s song…
She made the sky pour rain, soft melodies to the coming dawn….
She sang the past and present, memories that’s come and gone…
Timeless tones, it wasn’t hard to see that there was something wrong….
And through the passion the change, came everlasting embrace…
We cling to the past but the life don’t last if we give up the race…
And as the sun began to rise, I heard her voice from heaven…
She sang, don’t cry my love I’m in your heart from here until forever….
Jerz:
yo, I sit on top of the mountains, shoutin' at Gods,
these venomous scriptures spitten towards the heavens with stricture,
let'em know that I'm lettin' go and death is below,
within' the cracks of the concrete my blood'll flow like those befo',
so yo, I'll make my peace with the beast of the streets at least,
recite my last rights with spite before I reach for the heat,
speak with a speech that's deciphered deep when it's leaked on the streets,
peep what I speak, reachin' then breachin' ya highest peak when I speak,
my style's unique, fly as sheiks whenevea' I'm ridin' the beats,
I'm tryin' to reach the blind and weak with rhymes I line on the sheets,
we grindin' for keeps, shinnin' beneath the grime of the crime that we see,
it's 90 degrees and I'm dyin' to breathe through the binds and the grief,
cause on the streets these gang chiefs keep your pulse in they teeth,
we lost to the beast, conned through all these fuckin' marketing schemes,
till it seems we all just playin' a minor part in this dream,
livin' the slow death like "no sweat", we used to coffins and beams,
sparkin' for cream, these demons got us coughin' up screams,
the murderin' theme, this money got us muderin' teens,
servin' to fiends to survive up in this world of extremes,
we spit the fire till you know we supreme…..we flowin' supreme
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