J-Webb *RANDOM LINES*

this beat go hard like, put it in ma skin like a dog bite, all right..
bump that all night, let it eat threw tha tissue, scared life, this jus are life..
money, music, hoes and weed, best thing in life dont go for free, cept for me..
and my homies,if ya tryna catch like 4 or 3..

or 2 or 1, it depends wat u countin on, go by tha millions the count is on..
im a dog like i mount ur mom, flow brew like my fountains on..
this road i drew over mountains dawg, woah terains turned ta alcohol..
feels like im swimmin and im bout ta fall..
but thats jus how im playin, dont doubt ill ball..

shoot dat 3, mans say ya dum if ya shoot at me, so who dat be?
j to the dash w.e. double b, touble me? turn u bubbly,yeee
wait tho, make tha earthquake yo, earth shakes hoe,
came ta make doh, no fako, make quo,
since my birth date bro, kick it ta tha dirt, in ma work place, OH!

NOO! hes back at it, ta take a crack at it, back wit..
his wack habbits, back pack, filled wit black magic..
look these rat faggits hoppin round..
hop off my dick, you jack rabbits..

tight leather black jackets,tryna bend bendin me over backwards..
till my back bone paps out ma shoulder strapage..
these alley cats, runnin back ta tha trash bin..
cuz they kno im right now, and they never has been..

and they never ever will be..
bitches who used ta brush me off are tryn feel me..
cant believe is it happenin, is it real b?..
only as real as this ceiling..

that i broke threw..
cuz the level that im at, no atmosphere, choke u..
as clever as a cat, these fellas, are ignarellus..
they jealous, tell us that, they love us but..
thought hell as, soon as they smell us bakk..

ludachristin now, crazy bout it, but i aint rollin wit a pistol, POW!
rather bang out wit my fist full, blao!
heat seekin misstles, done missed em, how?
brush em on down to the bristles now..
weeds all gone bust the cristles out..
i done did win, wat u pissed about?
diss yo block and ya click out loud..

think im wrong? explosions flown u to another time zone..
im home, as i walk threw this shadowed valley call it my home..
for im tha baddest fukk ta walk this brime stone..
gimme a mic or skateboard time ta get my grind on..

cloud 9 dawg, thats high, sayin his mind flown..
barrel to the head his minds gone, pull the trigger and his minds blown..
see the shit dat im on? a substance called real as shiit..
only one infected, feel this shit, feels legit..
yaint kno wats underneath, conseal it bitch..

im wrapped up, buy yo forget bout banana peel shit..
im mean wrapped up in the game and imma steal it quik..
got no steel gripped, dat i aint need on this feild bitch..
already got 2 weapons, they always revealin..




so im a white kid on the mic and im syked becuz im excited..
my flight has flown did i catch it, was i the slightest..
bit late, ta try ta get where i wanna get at..
how u gunna react? cuz i aint gunna come back..

get a second verse in, no hook, jus let the beat reburst then..
kick it how ya was before in the first man..
be considered the worse man cuz he lit the track now its burnin..
put the beat in a hurst and drove it into the dirt damn..

wat i try to express threw this music for me and not you kids..
ta listen to and start doodlin up a rude diss..
but if its bout rap then lets do this, cuz thats all i doo is..
rap about shit, aint havin it pull a hat out a rabbit bitch..

but delete dat shit, im on some backwards tips..
lyrically got a gat strapped and you kno gota pack that quik..
cuz i got never endin rounds like a clip on a chain..
but metaphorically wat im talkin bout, that clip is my brain..

cuz wat im sprayin is, wats hittin em, as im sayin this to em..
i aint tryna get famous, no i jus do this shit for fun..
wanna make a track? halla at me, we makin some hits or sum'n..
but i dont wanna rap wit no bitch or nun..
i dont mean a girl, mean a bitch ass punk..

so sit back down if u gettin up..
cuz the flames u spit aint lit shit up..
quit bitchin bout wat u wished u had and go and get u some..
see i do me, dats how im always doin it now..
persuin wats been glued in my head in persuit of it now..

they told me chase it, dun stop..
make it, one pop..
take it, that one spot..
be patient, you got one shot..
acknowledge those wise words, follow up sky-wards..
wont quit till i swallow my pride, despisin this wide earth..

jus gimme some weed and a lighter..
ta get higher, ta spit sumthin hot and create a fire..
cook a lil sumthin up to feed ma strugglers..
jus kno we out here and sadly theres a ton of us..

but we keep are heads high, no one could tell nun of us..
dat we worth nuthin or different or sell one of us..
but ill never forget, ta remember where i came from..
this rap is plain dumb, best remember my name son..



writtwn on 21st of april 2011

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