dis man "Gudda Gudda" killt it on his D3 verse & i just have the overwhelming suspicion dat it'll be predominatley overlooked...so yes my goof ass typed dis shit out...
"they say powder makes u hyper, reefa makes u calm, cigarettes give u cancer, woo woos make u dog, while i sip the purple oil as thick as my southern drawl, put me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no draws, dey got bats up in the cave...upsidedown blood rushin' to they head...they reactin off sound, as i stand on the mound, pitchin' for the crown, uptown bound face painted like a clown recitin' scriptures from the chapters...proverbs, leviticus...old ass rappers complainin' wat the business is, bout the state of hip...soundin' like sum bitches hop yo ass up off a rich nigga dick, its redick-ulous...the new skool nigga...wat u need to do is become a resident of the condition...get yo ass up off yo ass and get ass up on a mission, become some competion..." and imma leave it at that...
uber......d-sent
Thursday, December 4, 2008
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