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January 25, 2008
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Killin it From Da Mind
Intro:
(50 Cal) Time for that mobile home shit..
Real mobile home shit..
(CASHLT) yea ima do a lil somthin like this.
(50 Cal) aiight aiight
(CASHLT) yo watch ima kill this
(50 Cal)let em hear that shit
(CASHLT) yea ima do a lil somthin like this.
Spillin it to these lines. Meanwhile still killin it from da mind. You kno?
(50 Cal) kill that shit
(CASHLT) Aight check it.
Verse 1 :
The significance in writin' is that it can get to hurt you.//
But it's priceless til the right bitch gets payed to go commercial.//
Then it's supernatural, their raps get payed without a catch yo.//
I'd snatch those who lack flow and explode em like a satchel.//
The heavily guarded parts to the heavenly garden.//
Impart the facts why this craps at the top of the charts and//
my competition is none. Focused where im gone' be sittin' in.//
I guess they fuckin artist til their page turns to oblivion.//
Ratin' me is highly unfair til they prepare retreat.//
I declare you scared because I swear I got my share of sheets.//
Warfare is sweet when the outcome is predicted.//
Soul writin' from mouse to disses wonderin howcome I'm this gifted.//
Just sit kid and listen, wit' a kind of mind thats Christian.//
Assisted and mixed wit' some other kind of sick wit.//
But I erupted and producted at acceleratin speed.//
Labeled a nuisance, music illusions have excelled my writin scenes//
to form a penicle, 5 points identical//
to my senses I've mastered them on notes to play a sentinel.//
Ventin' whole empty holes. It meant I'd grow, attend my goals,//
ascendin' roads that lent my soul to get the dough to end the show.//
Hook:x4
Im survived from arriving rhymes in my mind to provide me//
Im killin it from da mind and my rhymes dont cease//
Verse 2:
So I smooth write. Ink in pursuit, thinkin' of loot.//
Establish a mode of focus that a shrink couldn't veiw.//
Uphold my regulations, maintainin' supplication.//
My databass is at a phase. Its fact this page eradicates.//
Infatuation admiration acts are sacred at this page. It's//
whack amazement lacks a payment. Black and grays been macked for ages.//
Back away. Evacuate. Let me do my thing.//
Storin the globe, absorbin' it whole, aint touchin what I bring.//
Relevant, spellin' is half of it. Telling's the last of it.//
Swell if u blastin' this. Oh well if u laughin' bitch cast the disc.//
I'm doin alot of contemplating contempt. Condemned in a sense.//
Sentence a sense to be sent to incent music pens.//
Im livened. My kinda mind, it still ain't scarin' me.//
Continuin' skill til it's real, even without a guarantee.//
But yo, Ill scourge the papers surface to prevent my reversin'.//
Since birth, it seemed worthless when searchin for the light now each verse is.//
Verse 3:
And whats the program? Mission statements or written statements//
on prison pavements. The illustrations to kill a patient or will to save em//
before humanity steals your sanity, banning me from it.//
Run shit before demands increase tons and you ain't standin' free from it.//
Just observations - everyones blunted equations.//
Cash keeps skill always because I think Christ has me favorin', //
the mics the paper and the way I can print it.//
It's the greatest addiction. I rip shit as soon as ya disc spins.//
My identity's the pen. It bleeds onto these sentence schemes.//
And has the tendancy to send disease before these ten have ceased.//
And I'm considered the riddler for the kids in the middle of//
strife and problems to rap and throw a bit of Ridalin riddles ta//
continue speculations on rap abominations.//
A rappin' bomb thats pacin ready to drop the plots im makin'.//
Quick to manuever intruders. Substitute whats assumed to//
be used to do a huge move and to spook you from movin'.//
Only strong are survivin'. They all will seem couragous//
and the ones who've concoured all will have done concoured many stages//
of life. Its then tha
