Guns & Drugs CYPHER
 

eyo yo eyo

guns, knives, sluts, dimes
im representing whats mine -one time
of course we all need, fourties and raw weed
enough coke'll turn you into a car thief
rhymes hit harder than concrete, %100 complete
but theres no more ecstasy, so pass the crystal meth to me
enough LSD and PCP to make a nigga feel sleepy, and a bitch feel freaky
fuck passin out, pass the stout, faster now
the X'll make you shake ya ass for hours, and these crack hits will unmask a coward
...if your feeling what im speakin about
then crack a blunt and reach in ya pouch
let the fucking evilness out, twist the cap off whatever your drinkin'
knock the cops out n' never get left in the precinct
if police think the streets belong to them, thier wrong again
so grab a bottle of gin, hit the bong again -hold it in as long as you can
until the crack rock dissolves in your stem, fuckin' totally dude
i dont know if its true, but im rolling in blues
i popp'em in two's and chew'em til' im properly screwed
who ever agrees, has to follow my lead
grab a full fuckin fifth, and drink until the bottles empty

making moves, the spot hot maybe
shady dudes wit crock pots baking
taking fools, glocks cocked, crazy
fakes and jukes when cops start chasing

drop flows and stop shows
in the street I pop holes
in your chest bro until the hottest glock's cold,
don't fret son - lock it and load,
I talk to much bitch yeah I'm cocky I know

Cock the hammer till it locks, you stammer, stop and blabber
Know the shot's the adder bout to make you pop your bladder
I'm off the ladder, fuck a hook, the eagle keep a sucka shook
I flame the coca base, that's the only way you see a brotha cook
I tame the chocha, HEY, Barrel's blaze away at any jacker
You couldn' touch this change if you was a local Chase penny stacker
I seen plenty rappers bluff the steel, fake the tough appeal
Turn bitch and tears burn lids when the cuffs is real

Forty-fo pointin at yo window
thats what happens kiddo, when you give us your sht
When you drop, ill slit yo throat cus thats it
and let you soak in your own blood
thats what you get for liven are hood
but you didnt think I would
but I did it cus I could
All it takes is one seed
to start a entire empire built off of greed
Its all because of the weed

You be trippin scheming to run up on me
I'm slice you open, you can watch your autopsy
The crew, the street, the block can pour forties
the liquor dilutes the truth makes you see poorly
I stash a auto with bullets that lash dice brothers thinner than hash,
we breakin' out like a rash burning raw holes with cash and hammers that mash,
the impression left will last like diseases processed in the past and the man wearin' black,
leave the block basin' on the crack while we buildin' up a stack and checkin' for the taps

Twenty hits a two-five now im driven like a demon
Top down-no cops out - copped hollow rounds im feedin
In fullclips when i cruize lit up like a christmas tree
Sniffin a bucket a paint - drinkin ya moms listerine
Fingertips blistering- missing scenes - blacked out methods
Coked up on meth x. And K , sniffin chopped up old testament

Emptying clips, a slippery kid entering bliss,
jittery fits, my pistol brings me tenderly zen.
Winter's abyss, the clever guy who never minds,
center shifts, it festers inside and forever binds.
Better times, it fills a brain with thrill and pain,
pleasure shines, pills masquerade my ill shame.
Tilt disgrace, listen to news about children in crews,
kill to change, drilling screws into mills and schools.
Filled with booze, heroine and blow to impair the woe,
still amused, tearing through stone like bear in bone.

I'm sipping in slow-mo.
My personal Whiskey-A-Go-Go.
Tipping on fo-fo's. Rust with no chrome, though.
Fucking with no hoes. Searching for something so soulful
in a empty bottle. I'm stuntin' like Frodo.
Rags to rags story, comfortable Bonobo.
Hobo swag playing Klonoa for dolo.
(I don't know what for dolo means).
I've got polos, jeans. From high school.

My complex arms stretch killa small threat in 1 sec.
Wana bet? Im on PCP running through easy street holdin heat
Quick on my feet so any beef i will defeat and reach to delete
Just rapping for no reason mixin adderal and alcohol im bound to fall
Pass the ball and dunk on you hoe niggas im a legend after all

When the gat blast off this mate? This Kat has lost his face
Proving hes twofaced he get a taste of his own meds when i Backstab all these fakes

bullets Fill your Body Cavity im the dentist that could make your guts swell!
when it comes to pistols im an italian chef! that only cooks stuffed shells
the Moss catch more people then Randy did when i sprey boats of clips
when it comes to the Burgh i cut the back over! to have ppl lay over Pitts
my whole click run with bunners! fuck Taylor we the Ratchet Gang
this like whats Raunchy hoes fuck! you'l all see this Ratchet Bang

The Duke of hazards- puke n' laughter, amused in rafters
Subdued the dude inside n' let loose this bastard...
Clueless as usage refuses the lewd be captured... I lose it!
Percs n' happy juice unscrewed this hue, contrasted...
Fear n' loathing, ratchet holding n' hatchet toting...
Dispatching the hatching tadpoles floating in my bath, at last the dragon approaches...
Made of magic. No way a hatchet could slay this faggot! I'm hoping
This next zanny bag comes with a fanny pack of flame throwers, swords n' opiates...
Fuck! I can't swing in the open on this ocean of flames... I hope I hit!!

Ayo, I'll smoke a Bitch!!
Don't approach the itchy grip on the trigger.
You'll be a scratch and sniff.
Scent is death. Prize is a decomposing figure.
Sink or Swim? I'm a swimmer.
You'll just wither at the shore.
I'll smack a bitch ~n~ Smash his liquor cabinet door.
I'm the inhabitant of a score.
~n~ I cover the point spread.
I got joints ~N~ needle legs.
Tripping like i follow the Greatful Dead.
Bitch i'll spray you full of Meds.
It's a Code Red. I'm the Doctor.

Come get shot sir.
Bring your Bitch! I'll just grab my sack and sock her.
Nah, They don't live long and Prosper.
It's not a bother to Tag'em.
Call me the Heroin Hero!! Shooting Marijuana Magnums.
See my Buds? I grab them by the throat ~n~ extract T.H.C.
Fuck Love!! i deliver TENDER HATE ~N~ CHAOS to your family tree.
Can It really Be?
That it was all so simple then.
Now i gotta Kindle My Pen.
Snorting Lines of Ink, on the brink of zen.
I'll wink at the end, After getting high in the beggining.
Cooking drive-by Kitchens.
To be Crystal clear, I'll make you smoke Meth,
Till your Teeth start missing.....

... the point
this missile is hissing
the size of a thumb thimble and spinning,
rifling the mechanism its given,
to, when fired, hit em.
i'm a hired hitman. a fired gymnast.
i flip out everywhere now. no bullshittin.
this 40 will knock ur underwear down. no missing.
no pissing. this is not the contest for u bitches.
ones misting? pink all over the island... in his kitchen.
these mona lisas hit harder than a sonny liston.
listen. u hear it? its time for you to get dismissed.



one. POW.

dismissing the living bring them forth, cease their exsistence
glare, got a cold killer stare confess with these writtens
i'm a general, playing the trenches, this war zone that i live in
has me thinking militant, like a NAVY seal on covert missions,
post traumatic stress, american citizen yet i live - in a battle
these extended magazines like i put in a cheatcode for unlimited ammo
drown my sorrows in the liquor, hennessy black, and the smirnoff
mad at the world because i'm stuck in the trap like a bear paw
blood smeared walls in vacant apartments, homeboys that took the stand
HAZMAT chemical warfare attire over the stove while im cheffing grams
click-ka-BLAM, no fighting - roll up the exquisite female strands, and light it
quick money, a light flip - thats what turns me on, ima light switch.

I bite tits on the right shit.
I mic hit, shit lights wicks i'm timed with.
but she blows like a 'mite stick
molly got me right, strap in the right fist.
made me erect. pussy and a light stick.
wave this 9 like a light saber.
one gun butt'll give this faded cat a taper.
no capers without it, turns vacant a location thats crowded.
"shut up so we can fuck" capped with protection but the safe is a downer.
so i'm on fire firing loads. e got us on flowers.
mario's fire she blows, i spit out cum towers around her.
fighting the power of puss ta maintain the high on the powder.

i`m higher than a tower. these are dier hours.
i set fire to three diffrent illegal flowers.
feeling regally empowered.
the beast in me won`t cower.
i hover over a bag of dope.
go to sleep on a slab of coke.
with my eyes open and a light that strobes.
taking blue dolphins on strolls.
bitch i`ll shoot the boston globe.
i`m sick! coughing gold.
i`m the shit. bathtub concoctions in a toilet bowl.
boil it slow! no brown shit on the edges.
i could tell you 22 stories on 44 ledges.
but i`m bout to explore a strand of weed fused with lemon wedges.....

lemon wedges...
got that embalming to dip my benson hedges...
forever stemmin til my throat looks like contraptions for pez dispension...
resurrection... sniffin white off the top of my collasal sized...
refrigerator cuz simply player it's nostril height...
stopping my brain from firing so long its feeling fossilized...
this not something my boss'll like...
when i show up 2 hours late...smelling greg geraldo-like...
and dressed like a macauley caulkin-type... awkward dyke...
dont know where i am everything looks all alike...
pitch black in the corridor... complainin the hallway light is awful bright...

Guns, knives? Fuck that slippery shit...
When you can get yayo off the internet.
Why bicker over play-doh and fake omens,
when flickers may hover over your den.
Complete bullshit, fighting over weed:
when it gets planted by an inviting seed,
give time for plans, and get over it whenever
it does not pan out... Mac 10's and AK47 are never
necessary for man to stack sevens and seek heaven.