phILLy & legs- ajax

I need to be lit cuz if not, I got
Nuthin left but hip hop n flesh, my wrist watch
Says it's four twenty, so I'ma need more money
Or more fronted, so I can get more blunted, damn
This man can't afford a rubberband a couple fans
At the summer jam killin rappers like the son of sam

Silence of the lambs,and they call me Mr.lecter
Lectures, Dialect in check , with the best words
Chest hurts, witness forest fires everyday
Lotta trees burnin,learnin how to get paid
Think your life is bad, and i think i got it made
Cuz i smoke half nd pass, never fuck with mid grades

Man fuck dreams and cream? I got none of that
Lumberjackin trees n Carrying rocks like runninbacks
Fuck rap sorry dad I'ma be a killer
I got more zips one me than thriller
Bumpin J Dilla, you could hear it from a block away
I got guap today, dirty money, chocolate rain

I do without the rain, no areas or shades of grey
Always pullin j's, so i never need to fade away
In and outta concious, wonderin what fate awaits
Lifes a bitch, but nothin could take its place
Bright lights, Empty space, on my horizon
Invisoned my demise till i opened my eye lids

Blinded by problems nobody knows what mine are
Fuck a jab bitch I'm punchin harder than time cards
I rhyme smart, infect what I'm writin on
These rappers can't seem to chew what they're bitin on
My lines are venemous only I could benefit
Screamin who's pen is this, you'll never hear the end of it

Man the pen is mine, i left it there the otherday
writin in the back of this shitty house, sunny day
Im rippin down your rafters, watch the estate decay
Burn it to the ground, better put that shit on layaway
Arsen is the plan and you better plan too stay away
Got some arsenic and i know where ya family lays.


Puttin bodies in the casket, lotion in the baskett
Blasted, even brad pitt would get his ass kicked
Ass grabbin in the back of chevy
Didn't ask permission cuz she prolly wouldn't let me
Drinkin whisky now I'm getting frisky
Pissed cuz she dissed me so I sent her six feet

To the left,tripped nd fell,broken leg,twix piece
Gotcha with the rope, told ya ''your gonna miss me''
And if you dont ill put ya life in decline
tempers tickin time bomb, so i puff on the pine
blowin Swisher sweets wonderin where has the time gone
Till my times up and my rhymes live inside yall

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[chilll081691]

this song is dope....good shit man i saw another video and im really liking these tracks...keep it up

[getatmegamer]

sick