Sum Shit I Wrote

Marks I erase like racism, I`m as large as a bigot<br>Brew is my escapism, when I`m bubbly I just kick it<br>What I need from you is understanding that I`m standing<br>On my own two, down with my own crew<br>Toe cancer, I`m bad to the bone too, I`m prone to snap off<br>When I`m off that Cognac I can`t hold back like a massouse<br>I get loose like a screw turned from left right to tight<br>When it`s time for some action I get Red`s "Tonight`s Da Night"<br>An eye for an eye, a life for what`s right<br>Dissected I`m on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite<br>Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct<br>I`m with the fam and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big links<br>And if knowledge is the key, goddammit I`m the locksmith<br>Studied the missionary waitin on my life, the mic I rush like bostage<br>I switch styles like a channel with controls that are remote<br>Engage in a page, and with words I elope<br>Walking down the aisles with styles I freak the vows<br>That tie knots when I rocks like a Z-28<br>At any rate, brothers gain interest because I loaned them microphones<br>They couldn`t house the shit so they had to rent to own<br>It`s like that, coming from the go rapper<br>I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and that hoe Patra<br>So keep on, and you don`t, now come on<br>Ah keep on, and you don`t<br><br>When I`m alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall<br>And in the back of my mind I hear a wack-ass rhyme<br>And I catch Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get charged<br>Like a nigga in position with the stolen card of credit<br>Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene I`m trying to edit<br>My mellows call me "Never", they be like "Never`s going to get it"<br>Never`s too much, I`m much too, I do justice to poetics<br>That`s why cats be like "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"<br>Other studs come through to see what I am up to<br>They be on the dick of crew that be giving us weed and buying us brew<br>Like Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out because they look up<br>Rest in peace to Heaven, I`m washing tons of rappers like Booker<br>Tee told me "You gotta get out of the crib, get into the world"<br>How you going to come off with the style that`s sterile?<br>It`s like that, keep on, ha ha<br>It`s like that, keep on<br><br>My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat cock<br>I`m real like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox<br>Back I got my rap cocked get your glock out the black face<br>Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rap race is a rat race<br>Just cause you got Adidas with the fat laces and the fro don`t make you <br>hip-hop<br>You sorry excuse for funk rap<br>Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that<br>The real shit`s starting to come back<br>The Go is where I`m from and where I`m at, jack<br>I started eating cat when I was 10<br>Before then I was getting big dog like Glen Robinson<br>I don`t see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind<br>But comes a time when you gotta get off of that booty<br>The facts of life I didn`t learn from watching Tootie<br>But living in the big city but I still like Tootie cause she got big titties<br>My style is steep, I rip rhymes on the incline<br>Splat guts bust fat nuts and lay up like a crypt line<br>I`m slamming, jamming on the one<br>I`m a bad man, you`re just a good son, come on