tom jooks
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- Feb 26, 2008
Even though the first 2 are from previous freestyles I'm sure he re-recorded them. All 3 verses are mind-bending. This needs to be forever preserved in aMusic Archive. This is how a rapper sounds at his absolute peak. Poetry in motion.
Quick Note :
At the Start of the Third Verse Em says
This song isn't for you, it's for me, a true MC
It's what it do just to see if he still has it
And if his skills mastered,
He's able to spill raps long after his killed, that's a real MC
Can you imagine what the songs in his vault sound like. Probably pure lyrical exercise...
On to the lyrics...
In my mind I'ma fighter, my heart's a lighter
My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up
Arsenic writer, author with arthritis
Carpel tunnel, Marshall will start !%%!-itis
Hard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headed,
+%*$ headed, a prick, a big headache I'm sick
Quick witted, for every lyric spitted there are 6 critics
Who wait for me to slip with it, so quick
This dynamite stick buried the wick, it's gonna explode any minute
Some lunatic lit it and it's not Nelly
Do not tell me to stop yelling, when I stop selling I quit
So stop dwelling an I am not failing
You +%%$@+* are not ready, cause I got jelly, like (Beyonce's) pot belly
This is Destiny, yes money I'm off running
So get off of me, I'm not slowing or softening
[color= rgb(153, 0, 0)]My head hit's the pillow, a weeping willow, I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows[/color]
[color= rgb(153, 0, 0)]But these cellos help just to keep me mellow, hand's on my head, touched knees to elbow[/color]
[color= rgb(153, 0, 0)]I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over, these cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't knowme[/color]
I keep saying it, I can't stress it enough, so keep playing it and stand next to the subs
I choke mic's like asphyxiation when I'm stranglin' my own throat masturbatin'
%++% yeah i'ma basket case and I mastered this rap !%%!, 'till my %*$ gets wasted, 'till my
Assassination,
'till I'm slain 'cause of some !%+'s infatuation
44 mags a fascination, a taste for disaster and if that's the case then..
This song isn't for you, it's for me, a true MC
It's what it do just to see if he still has it
And if his skills mastered,
He's able to spill raps long after his killed, that's a real MC
Got you feelin' me, whether willing or unwillingly
You still agree, as long as there's still this hunger and will in me
Then expect a longer life expectancy
I'd be a savage beast if I ain't have this outlet to salvage me inside
I'd be exploding soaked in self loathing an mourning
So I'm warning you, don't coax me
It's silly, I'm really a sheep in wolf's clothing
Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don't be fooled
The press blows up this whole thing, it's stupid
They don't know cause they don't see that I'm wounded
All they did was ballooned it
I'm sick of talkin' 'bout these tattoos cartoon did
That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin'
An they can suck my +%*$ while I'm pukin', an you too, you can
Oh $#$%, I just realized this in General. Can we get a move?
Quick Note :
At the Start of the Third Verse Em says
This song isn't for you, it's for me, a true MC
It's what it do just to see if he still has it
And if his skills mastered,
He's able to spill raps long after his killed, that's a real MC
Can you imagine what the songs in his vault sound like. Probably pure lyrical exercise...
On to the lyrics...
In my mind I'ma fighter, my heart's a lighter
My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up
Arsenic writer, author with arthritis
Carpel tunnel, Marshall will start !%%!-itis
Hard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headed,
+%*$ headed, a prick, a big headache I'm sick
Quick witted, for every lyric spitted there are 6 critics
Who wait for me to slip with it, so quick
This dynamite stick buried the wick, it's gonna explode any minute
Some lunatic lit it and it's not Nelly
Do not tell me to stop yelling, when I stop selling I quit
So stop dwelling an I am not failing
You +%%$@+* are not ready, cause I got jelly, like (Beyonce's) pot belly
This is Destiny, yes money I'm off running
So get off of me, I'm not slowing or softening
[color= rgb(153, 0, 0)]My head hit's the pillow, a weeping willow, I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows[/color]
[color= rgb(153, 0, 0)]But these cellos help just to keep me mellow, hand's on my head, touched knees to elbow[/color]
[color= rgb(153, 0, 0)]I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over, these cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't knowme[/color]
I keep saying it, I can't stress it enough, so keep playing it and stand next to the subs
I choke mic's like asphyxiation when I'm stranglin' my own throat masturbatin'
%++% yeah i'ma basket case and I mastered this rap !%%!, 'till my %*$ gets wasted, 'till my
Assassination,
'till I'm slain 'cause of some !%+'s infatuation
44 mags a fascination, a taste for disaster and if that's the case then..
This song isn't for you, it's for me, a true MC
It's what it do just to see if he still has it
And if his skills mastered,
He's able to spill raps long after his killed, that's a real MC
Got you feelin' me, whether willing or unwillingly
You still agree, as long as there's still this hunger and will in me
Then expect a longer life expectancy
I'd be a savage beast if I ain't have this outlet to salvage me inside
I'd be exploding soaked in self loathing an mourning
So I'm warning you, don't coax me
It's silly, I'm really a sheep in wolf's clothing
Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don't be fooled
The press blows up this whole thing, it's stupid
They don't know cause they don't see that I'm wounded
All they did was ballooned it
I'm sick of talkin' 'bout these tattoos cartoon did
That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin'
An they can suck my +%*$ while I'm pukin', an you too, you can
Oh $#$%, I just realized this in General. Can we get a move?
