MEAN MACHINE

Weed i smoke it daily, it's becoming a routine

ever since i was fifteen, it was my regime,

nice green, smoked in a joint or a blunt

i don't mind, few lines and a couple glasses of wine

Hennessy is nice, it gets you feeling light

spitting rhyme after rhyme, mans thinking its a crime

because time after time i will never lie

55 pound on a snap-back fitted just for me,

initials on the front looking swift i see,

got the baggage in the back. You see me acting savage,

But I'm just trying to manage, and maintain some sanity

although I feel too damaged.

Broken beyond repair,

And I've found myself lonely once again I fear.

At times I truly felt that we could make this shit happen,

And other times I could only settle my depression with rapping,

crazy like Charles Manson, ride around with me you better hope your

seat belt tightly fastened, smoking this green to keep me relaxing.

Flow like an angel mixed with Satan not even exaggerating.

Put me in a booth guarantee ill spit the truth,

but i gotta admit i believe in some crazy shit like the government

brainwashing the youth. plenty more facts kept safe in my pad,

Turn on the radio all i hear is

crap thank fuck for underground rap,

and not just the shit about busting caps

bout to pack a bowl as i'm writing this line offer me a smoke and your just

wasting your time, you just got declined.

 

spark up a doobie got the munchies just like shaggy and scooby,

writing bare lines whilst playing with a groupie

listening to me spit is just like watching your favorite movie.

uh hip hop legend no need to pretend, lots of cash and fame

but fuck a fake friend, you best believe it'll be me and my crew

rhymes leave a sweet taste in your mouth like mountain dew

i'm shredding you rappers up i'm sorry your threw.

Your last weeks news, thought my emotions was true

but in reality your just being used.

ignite the bomb it's short fuse

huge explosion not amused, got away quick not even a scratch,

i'm in my house getting baked lighting it up with a match,

writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

 

lets go for a swim we'll call it a dip,

this bitch is going crazy but i don't recall if acid was slipped,

she took a bad fix fell over and tripped .

Checking to see if she was still alive so i picked her up thinking it was legit,

checked her pulse then took off fuck calling the cops call me a prick,

Something wicked this way come more than an adversary i'm very quick.

Cause i'ma need a cab just to get me home maybe you could call in sick.