Sunday, March 31, 2013

I ain't waiting for closure, I will never forfeit Name that Lyric.

Hold up,I will never forfeit, did you get the picture yet? I'm painting you a portrait of young Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies Hoping for the best but expecting the worst Are you gonna drop the bomb or not? Let us die young or let us live forever We don't have the power but we never say never Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip The music's for the sad man....

Sunday, March 17, 2013

U violate the Puppet Master, get ur string pulled, Name that Lyric.

Pay haters no never mind  Never been the quitin’ kind Spirit, ain’t no killin’ mine I’m gettin’ mine, you don’t like it, nigga, get in line So many times I’ve shown dudes I won’t lose Time’s precious but waste yours if you want to, Won’t change a thing, the circumstance i’ll remain the same Can’t complain, I’m highly favored, my flavor’s god given So used to hate.... appreciation is a odd feelin’ Still I stay focus.

Just keep going, and don’t look back....Push that pedal to the max....Count that money that’s in your lap!  

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

We Came with Peaceful Intentions.

The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That's the only lasting thing you can create...

Sunday, March 3, 2013

What is you talking, man? That ain’t important Name that Lyric.

We the cause of all commotion Your mouth running, but where is you going? What is you smoking, man? That ain’t potent What is you talking, man? That ain’t important Illuminati, High society Is it too much to ask keep your diamonds up? We gon’ make it, that’s on everything....I swear until my time is up My style is sex in the shower, fresh as fuck

Saturday, March 2, 2013

And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more Name that Lyric....

You know it makes me unhappy (what's that) When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real to our women And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies....

To all the ladies havin babies on they own I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo' You can't complain you was dealt this hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless Because there's too many things for you to deal with Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless......

Look at the nation,

Look at the nation,
that's a crooked smile braces couldn't even straighten!