change of pace

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armed to sprout up poison flowers from the hardest hour

art that shower, of course parched, devour

slaughter and murder any opponent who want it

coldest since Eskimo men walking coat-less

codex in code red expose this known threat

blow up like j Cole singles

hold nina's to roam in Rome like soldiers

roll Royce that old boy chose to roll on

in old toys, hangovers in range rovers

brains sober leaving my aim focus to spray load it

with metaphors, can't hold it, it's hell hard

whelps and scars from pounding beats left me sore

astounding feats, I should win a metal for

yet looked over, like a blind eye

five guys ride by waving 45's high as high fives during drive bye, now duck

he might die, his gut has bee punctured by bullets

it sucks, he suffer so grueling

no luck or solutions, for a hustlers movement

dudes just jump to conclusions, leading to nothing other than shooting

homies and brothers, going toe to toe over nothing

hopeless boast bring suffering to they only mother

putting hope in dope, and sell it to gain leverage

and stay above the coast like pelicans

kick back, chillax, my mind drift back to ill tracks

what's real rap? is it lyrics, flow, aggression?

speaking from the heart with a message?

of course my definition is gonna be different

real rap is music that's soothing and music is fuel when

you're down and stuck, lost trying to mount this hump

something you vibe to when you can't count your luck

are when you wanna hit the club and party with voluptuous shorties

hugging, bumping, making you they popy all so quick

wanting a fucking it's obvious,

hollow tips rushing hot and shit while you drunk in the lobby with

a bottle of Remy martin, sip til your heart's content

wake nauseous and shit with a failing liver

dying you're failed at living,

twitching, spitting, sicken with a collection of symptoms

settle the difference with one's you've hurt

cause you're time is short upon this earth

soon to be settled in hell with devils or better in heaven on gods slick turf

logic disperse and spread like buck shots when waving lead

knowledge cursed ya head like seeing ya grandpa having sex

past my best like Tyson fighting after D'Amato's death

mass of debt got life bind and confined with Diablo's hex

at ease like those slot rolls that kept gamblers handing they wealth

hell raisers was the start...now I'm taking off like passenger jets

packs with execs on a passage or path to success

until I get my ass in a mess and crash in Tibet

feeling woozy, nauseous, loosing conscious, choking on rocket fuel and coughing

trying to stop this fool from talking

cause enemies are near in the vicinity it's clear

I tell em kick it in gear like speed racer as we dipping in fear

gorilla's, killa's with spears, bows and arrow quivers, we shiver in tears

I was forced to kill them to live now the victor is hear