Shutter Isle

If you could take one thang away, what would it be? I choose to take the pain away and run with tha breeze. 'Blowin' in the wind,' the mind stays free, whatev hurts your kind, time shifts to tha next freeze.. Frame, picture perfected, the snapshots deflected. I wrap lots for tha connect hit, a direct shot to tha neck (like IV's) and check this.. amp'd, dope'd, twist'd, what have you, you do it for tha stamp, to cope, and get lifted.. Official seal of tha night, my scope is more than fits the business, I do more despite, lost hopes and Guinness.. Book of records, false rope to tie the fvckin' "win this," I'll stay back and rearrange my fate to end sh!t, "Sh!t" as in everyday oughta be, fvck chasin', Livestrong till the day God can see.. My way of livin', you do yours, and I'll stay chillin'...

"Look Here She"

C'mon now girl, you got that poppin', bangin', no complainin', non-restraintive, body taintive. I can't be tha one to blame ya, cop that bag and call it save-ya (savior). I see you and I is, one's not tied yet, hop on board and we can try it. I ain't lyin', I'm no lie-ya (liar), call me sire, feel good multiplier. Fvck the front and don't stop ridin', I get that blunt, and we go highya. Feel me, I feel you, you see me, I'm lookin' at.. Boo! Put the real on, turn that wax off, up on mines, I got that grass koff.. Huffin' and chuckin', I ain' bluffin', duck duck, fvck 'em. That goose will get ya loose, then I'll alaka-vamoose this juice and put that on the proof.. Positive, it goes poof w/ a starter kit, light that cup up, now go swallow it. (Literally not Literal)

Bothersome Non-Tolerant

In need of time for tha head to be clear, some-kind of tear to be shed, no boundaries, feel for tha dread. If ya havin' a bad one, crap spiel outta bed, the whole deal is re-read. Do doth that flips those scripts into shreds. Get a grip and be on point, for those who trips' be so buoyant, take every sip of annoyance.. With a grain of salt, she's so poignant. I could take the assault, but you can't, warranty of voidance. I guarantee you gon' pose an avoidance. My poise is destroyin', the checks in balance keeps me coy'n at the talent. Then again, I need tha time off from the challenge. Give me room to be clear, I can't wait for it to be soon in the near, now as follows, I got tha ease that we all know, in peace with what God shows.

The Notice

When you're bound by the terms of ya indefinite life, the sounds' absurd in a different lite. You may knock tha conscience, with a one to entice, but the lustful conference may be a call of the Christ. The action is done, reaction go numb... when the one's who were, are now strung to the verb, it gets hollow, and I rethink n disturb'd. Ask for forgiveness, or pass up the business, no matter the consequence, the malpractice is finished. Re-introduced to the fresh breath of truth, I'm scattered, the feeling's of use. Though, you may not give a fvck, but those who do, I rest my indifferences all up to you. The price of a wrong turn goes harsh, but then again, I question thee heart. She was and is, what is left of a bid, the next plead is one for tha kid. I'm not through, nor complete, no-compete clause is what I'm do. There's plenty other reasons that goes unnoticed, the first half is treating the lotus.. The other, do the math, how long does a life have to halve?

Opt. Out

There's always one way round tha otha, catch me slippin' any day my pound is thunda. But then again, I'm slimpin', one leg twist when I catch my unda... Tha wear is not one, I'm boxin' it, no wonda. You got swag borrowed from a tag n tussle, I get mines ridin' mags n muscle. No flex, I stay baggin' and bustle, the hustle is not braggin' or up-show. I low key play it cool n duck po's, 5-0 eyeballin' and get no, no dirt, no prob., no cause for what knows. I zig zag keep 'em on a rough row, you ain't gettin' anythang from me yo. Anti-lock jaw of tha century, I knock those. You might be one of a nut though, I crack shells and chuck 'stachio... my stash yo, is cash wrapped, bagged and trashed... So, you think it's the same, it ain't game famin', it's called must and I trust, you not know. Do you not know, we from tha same era, not block though, I kick props for acknowledgement, I clocked tha suppose. Suppose you was in my shoes, not optional.

Get On

Escape the fate you all hate, retaliate by raisin' the stake we all state. Get it and get with it hip gittaz. The day's await, don't believe the hype and stay yo ass awake. Hata's can hate, I'm on that next level swayin' from flakes. You can't ensue a posture that's part of a fake, but to re-animate a composure sOoo cake. Embody a character not one of the same. You see, I ain't come up and came, I came up and come down on you svckas, soo lame. For real though, you wanna talk front, foe's, and real dough?! B!tch please, it ain't even about those... Move the fvck on and tackle the closed show. All sh!t happens, no matta the back thens, it's a new now, forget what you had when?!... I'm ramblin' captain, officially whack none, you might be.. I'm retracin' it back some. Sup, you connectin' me, I'm not done. Infectious disease, these cats come, no respect for the G's, you oughta gum-clap yo mouth to tha one gun unda tha sun. One God, no fear, no prob. for tha realist, ones to adhere. Add my ad here, no promotions, I dunn dropp'd EV due to not givin' a rear. Non-profit, b!tches.

Change Game

When the good turns bad, the bad tries good, ain't no tellin' if I can keep the hood out w/o shellin'. You see them body bags wrapped, stacked highya than a ex-convicted felon's...track list. And when you pour liquor, otha's be on that dank, dark, piss. What is not to desist, the cease is left upon you before the grim comes up and gift. Givin' the almighty a reason to shift and change game, you may not know the time of a cliff, but when it goes, it'll be too late to repent. I sent my deeds up to him, specially marked note, to see if I'm in. Heaven is only so thin, the few of the sinna's can win, push forward even when things are lookin' so slim. And I must concede, I'm not the only, movin' from tha mood that's suddenly dim. Tha light that's opposin' my right is sinkin', can't swim. I'm pretty sure tha melody is he who is not, is thy own him. You see tha verbage, verbatimly discourage those who think he is not one who calls himself men... A man, what have you, hidin' between the fan of the flames. I can manage my game, it speaks for itself when I came up and swang, low pro, I got my swag from tha EastSide of the LBCeizure and slang. One way or anotha, I'm comin' up and can't change.