WK2 : Greed(0-1) vs. Innovator(0-1) - Greed 6-0

Greed · 10-10-2014, 03:25 AM

I’m in the executive suite, addressin a speech
Tryin to talk to these niggas man my message is peace
These faggot rappers still be tryin to come at me with beef
But I’m fuckin busy, I’ll get to your request in a week
For the rest of the week, I put a rest to the weak
I always kill the track its no contest with the beats
There better not be any person who is left in their seats
Cause I know my music personally connectin with each
It soothes me, it heals me
It moves me, it builds me
On the roof of the building shooting at the ceiling
Cryin out for god prayin that he hear me
But all I get is call back 'I’M fuckin busy'
What’s the deal with these freaks tryin to kill us at our peak
On the California coast we get our bread on the beach
baby doll fast asleep with her head on that sheet
as I think staring out the window of the executive suite

Music is my energy, the effigy of the lesson be
A recipe, simple to understand my belief in melody

People tellin me, the rumor is I got in the music biz to rule this shit
To unify the nation, have families singing in unison
To stand firm on some belief and abolish all the foolishness
Nah…… I did it for the free drugs and the groupie chicks

You in the cypher? Who’s in it? Them crews get it
Comin in confident’ll have you leaving livid
Messiah and shit, niggas say is he a vision?
Failure is not an option, continue, repeat mission
Heat vision, he different, give em three minutes
And I’ll circle the track, and I don’t mean sprintin
Weed in the system, I need an extention
Cause if I fail this test I’ll get to see what it be like in prison
If I was killed in action please believe the whole team miss him
Avoidin that, bravo better be in position
im white hot, follow if I’m needin assistance
Cause if this be a team, Im Mr. T with the writtens

10-10-2014, 03:25 AM	#1
Greed Raw Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 1,721 Battle Record: 21-40 Rep Power: 29975687	I’m in the executive suite, addressin a speech Tryin to talk to these niggas man my message is peace These faggot rappers still be tryin to come at me with beef But I’m fuckin busy, I’ll get to your request in a week For the rest of the week, I put a rest to the weak I always kill the track its no contest with the beats There better not be any person who is left in their seats Cause I know my music personally connectin with each It soothes me, it heals me It moves me, it builds me On the roof of the building shooting at the ceiling Cryin out for god prayin that he hear me But all I get is call back 'I’M fuckin busy' What’s the deal with these freaks tryin to kill us at our peak On the California coast we get our bread on the beach baby doll fast asleep with her head on that sheet as I think staring out the window of the executive suite Music is my energy, the effigy of the lesson be A recipe, simple to understand my belief in melody People tellin me, the rumor is I got in the music biz to rule this shit To unify the nation, have families singing in unison To stand firm on some belief and abolish all the foolishness Nah…… I did it for the free drugs and the groupie chicks You in the cypher? Who’s in it? Them crews get it Comin in confident’ll have you leaving livid Messiah and shit, niggas say is he a vision? Failure is not an option, continue, repeat mission Heat vision, he different, give em three minutes And I’ll circle the track, and I don’t mean sprintin Weed in the system, I need an extention Cause if I fail this test I’ll get to see what it be like in prison If I was killed in action please believe the whole team miss him Avoidin that, bravo better be in position im white hot, follow if I’m needin assistance Cause if this be a team, Im Mr. T with the writtens Last edited by Greed; 10-10-2014 at 07:02 AM.