Wake & Bake
• Written by An0nymous_Ill
I see it planned out
I see it in my head
I might as well be Crowned
And y'all might as well be Dead
Imma be the Greatest
Done with the Fake-ness
Verses serve as Shackles
Hip Hop is my Slave Ship
you boys gon get what's comin to ya
been fucking the game since birth
i can make my own Kama Sutra
I'm like the Hip Hop Angel of Death
Pen is like a scython
and its aimed at ya neck
I've bared a chain of regrets
Baking lames like a chef
Niggas try to walk my walk
Now put some pep in ya step
.....And try to talk my talk
But now just put it to rest
....They All invoke my Fall
And I'm far from Impressed
Every nigga around me
Be Hatin for no reason
Meet me Underground
it aint shit to cease yo breathing
In this bitch to win
they swear i be cheatin
is that why y'all tossin salads
like some fuckin vegans ?
Dont Mind me
Just lurking for a peace of Mind
Y'all need some Holy Water
Where's the nearest Jesus Shrine ?
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An0nymous_Ill
Member since July 2 2015