B.itch A.ss N.igga

Geno · 11-08-2013, 07:05 PM

I ain't wrote a good verse in some time
or at least not one that wasn't personalized
That doesn't speak about the burdens of mine
The fire insides dying, but the furnace alive
Refurbishing rhymes for some sort of relief
Body temp climbing above normal degrees
Need a glass of the pacific, or some coral to drink
Tap the Volcanic ash from this newport in the sink
My new formulas trash, the old one was a classic
Haters gonna fucking hate, so what if it happens
Shrug shoulders with captains, rest of you are a waste
Turning your backs on a reality that's to hard to face
Pressing your pen down, pissed, til it flew off the page
Shackled by others opinions, chew off your legs
Your pegs, I'm to off the registry to register that
Check the records, by consensus I have never been wack
I can't level with fags on a lower rung of the climb
Voice is hard to recognize, plus it struggles with mine
Either you ugly or high, or you possibly wasted
Teeth are green with envy, hygiene is probably ancient
Ill stomp the statement lars is dope in concrete like a punter
To prove that gay shits an impression that nobodies under
Never roll with assumption, s'why facts all I produce
You have a list, you should scratch life off your to do's
I offer the news, my roots, and the cancer is calling
Fuck with me, pay the morgue in advance for embalming
I don't panick at all when so called threats are around
Always down to fuck you up, so what direction you bout?
Wreckless, profound, and never think ahead when I act
your all talk and no action, bronson's better with rap

11-08-2013, 07:05 PM	#1
Geno White Earl Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: Philly Cat. Posts: 12,354 Battle Record: 10-15 Accomplishments - Open Mic HOF (4x) Champed - Netcees Writers League - Write Week I - Write Week 8 Rep Power: 50036761	B.itch A.ss N.igga I ain't wrote a good verse in some time or at least not one that wasn't personalized That doesn't speak about the burdens of mine The fire insides dying, but the furnace alive Refurbishing rhymes for some sort of relief Body temp climbing above normal degrees Need a glass of the pacific, or some coral to drink Tap the Volcanic ash from this newport in the sink My new formulas trash, the old one was a classic Haters gonna fucking hate, so what if it happens Shrug shoulders with captains, rest of you are a waste Turning your backs on a reality that's to hard to face Pressing your pen down, pissed, til it flew off the page Shackled by others opinions, chew off your legs Your pegs, I'm to off the registry to register that Check the records, by consensus I have never been wack I can't level with fags on a lower rung of the climb Voice is hard to recognize, plus it struggles with mine Either you ugly or high, or you possibly wasted Teeth are green with envy, hygiene is probably ancient Ill stomp the statement lars is dope in concrete like a punter To prove that gay shits an impression that nobodies under Never roll with assumption, s'why facts all I produce You have a list, you should scratch life off your to do's I offer the news, my roots, and the cancer is calling Fuck with me, pay the morgue in advance for embalming I don't panick at all when so called threats are around Always down to fuck you up, so what direction you bout? Wreckless, profound, and never think ahead when I act your all talk and no action, bronson's better with rap __________________ *-A.bove T.he R.est*