EveryWhere I Go21:52 Mar 13 2011
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Everywher I go,
I see the exact same shit door to door,
with kids who wanna get to roll,
up dough they've made all on their own,
through spittin' rhymes or shottin' poh,
as if they're ever gonna blow,
or become known beyond their lo-cal,
drug dealers shottin' from home,
Everywhere I go, every single end I visit,
I see the same shit kid to kid, man I'm outta digits,
every kid sees the thug life and they wanna live it,
they wanna be tu-pac they can see it so vivid-ly,
in thier minds,
thier confined,
or assigned,
rather to what's cool, so they wear hoodies and bang grime,
outta their window so loud their block sounds like the inside,
of brixton academy thier room's like a fuckin' shrine,
every single rapper ever's carefully aligned,
on the walls, also so covered with graph you'd think their marc-rhine,
every brick on their block's got their tag writen in dark-lines,
they've got a rizzla full of skunk and thier ready to start-bind-,
-ing, it up, not that that's bad I'm about to spark-mine,
but this is a daily thing for them that's how they unwind,
they've got a litle bind-,
-er, with lyrics written on the spine,
full of rhymes,
'bout themselves being a G and crime,
now they know they can't spit, that's why they shot poh,
only way they can make dogh,
considering that they don't,
have any GCSE's due to taking school for a joke,
and leaving 'for they even wrote,
a single line in their whole,
exams,
now they've got their hands,
on a couple grams,
of skunk, think they can hand-le,
land-ing,
themselves like so many mans,
in a careear shotin',
jammin on the block squattin,
from pheds, havin' heads, every hour of the day knockin',
like chicken heads wantin' an eighth or a benz for a wok n',
you think it's all good, right up until that phed's clockin',
watchin,
your yard from a block back seein you boppin',
from spot to spot occasionally stoppin,
for mans coppin',
a draw, thinkin your profit made'll have them notes droppin',
not knowin' you'll be at it til your in a coffin,
rottin........
Everywhere I go,
I see the exact same shit hoe to hoe,
just little brehs with little flows,
who think that they know what they don't,
so try to talk like they will blow,
my fuckin' label to the floor,
but with seven albums in the hole,
I'm definately on a role,
See but everywhere I go, every single end I visit,
every mAN is the same, each and every one's a wizard,
when it comes to writtin rhymes, freestylin' they've figured,
it all, you'll be bunned as easily as paper's siccored,
plus every man's-a-g,
that's why he stands-with-three,
boys in his block livin a fantasy,
like he was brought up gangsta and he plans-to-be,
the biggest g,
in his whole dam family,
when infact everyone's pussy,
that's why they get pushy,
in their rhymes and always say some shit like don't push-me,
tryin' to hide the fact their as cushy,
as a coushine nearly everyone of em' whoosie's,
that's why I'm, (watchin), every move-you-make,
to prove-your-fake,
you and every crew-create-d,
in your little estate, thinkin' your stupid-bate,
bars'll make you blow like other crews who'v-been-wait-in',
til hocus,
pocus,
these jokers,
all these smokers,
who are hopless,
in getting fame yet still are hopers,
under hypnosis,
focused,
on shit working roters,
as mail posters,
are gloaters,
following each other like locusts,
while smart mans are out pumpin the motors,
on their lotus,
driving to the store to pick up sofas!!
so watch and learn,
while I cotch, and turn,
the tables on every breh who's always bossed and firmly,
told people their the best and so adopts a stern,
look on their face, munch you like when a birds tossed a worm,
ha ha, weather your tokin' a zoot notchin,
up the sound on your speakers with a pen and pad splotchin,
down rhymes, even if your just in the block cotchin,
it's your option, ha ha just remember I'm WATCHIN!.........
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