3rd Degree Burna

Gotta compound, calm down, it's the tri-fecta infectious ways to connect us. You should see the perplex-a computational investus, semi-knockdown of an inevita-bust that links the cause to the trust. In God we must, I'll take the rust and 'Wash.' it down with filla's and up. Mike 'Thrilla' pleads "what have we done, lord what have we become" the world has not begun... To undastand life's purpose defeats the worth's surface, it begins to shine, even after prime... full service. I'm next to my nine, and I bet you'd think she'd decline, one squeeze and full blown comin' up after mines. I'm talkin' bout one of the otha, despite you thinkin', I pack the piece up w/ rubba. Ditch the deed and the snitch'll bleed, one way ova the otha. No tellin' who's who of my blunda, the picture paints a plight of one deemed to go unda.

The Unit's of Ame

The politikal prowess is bound by the all mess, we created somethin' so cynical by now, you all guess. If it wasn't for one step, determination and concepts, no movement, a long stretch... to thank the powerful offsets. Since the 50's and 60's, the history uplifts me, and be sho it convince breeds, to know how this culture is empty. 'Livin' out the ghet-to, supremely not the net though...' I fret for the course is debt owed, I feel for those who've not met dough.. propa. Whether the acrrual is not the.., the duel is opera, siphon cash from the gas that's completely un-stoppa. 2012, 2013, might as well 20 to infinity, there is no ending greed, not even internally, the side of the coin who is flipp'd from this side, is the groin to be died. Martyrdom is thy enemy, and they grown from teh sin degree. Like graduates of the misery, die tragic is the end disease. When will it stop? Consider this, I might be who you think I'm not.

Ready or Not

I feed off of assumptions, breathe out production. You not the only one in conjunction, based on the idea of re-uppin' the luck friend. Myself is I, and I is the self that see's shit through out of the eye. Of the... beholder, I can be mightier than souljah's, you seem to be worried and I am just coastin'. Who's not to fool, when toastin' is frozen, like the credit crunch of the olde gen., they raped the wallets of hard-workin' folks and... wall street boastin', bailed out of a nationwide corrosion. D'you see my head is asplosion, I think not homie, I'm just bold and, takin' my time is not unlike threatenin' a motion, my rolla coasta ride is part of a growin'... up and I speak not of the luck, I've been tried and true not havin' to buck. The creepin' hasn't come up, when all you need to do is settle and duck. Otherwise, the gat is stuck, on sprayin' you sleepin' with the otha fvcks.

Clock'd Up

The sky is the limit and the flight of the livin' is a, part of a gift n we oughta be shiftin'... down

memory lane, up to tha new wave of the game. No wishin', it's part of a blame to the ones who be

Strickli' in vain, by the light of the flame, a bruise so highly inane. And the Snively is pain, for

those who've lost one of the same, I know you know of a phase, that'll wash out with grains from

a bottle of J...-n-Coke. The time is depraved, let alone, those up in graves, I'll smoke one to the

ashes, if I may. Count down to the day we all surface to say...