who am I? who are you
im the pen to tha pad
rippin tough till the ink bleed through
strippin blunts till i get keyed too

I aint about much, just spittin for fun
cause im the one who stole the moon and eclisped tha sun
and still im able an willin
always stayin crook like a villian
i am the fullfillin feelin killas feel when they killin
distillin, im the feelin in your bones when they chillin
in the cut, i am the healin penicilin
uncut, i am the dope before the dealin
keepin my chips stacked like my shillings
an leavin no gaps between the bodies and the ceiling
still able and willin..

whts good, im likin the site.

Welcome!

whas good smith , for your first post that shit was fire . collaboration on a open mic flow session ?

yeah man for sure.
i found this bitch crawlin around for mixtapes
got one of the best download sections ive seen on a forum

im always down to crank out a couple bars tho

(edit) didnt realize i found this site about a year ago on an old laptop an forgot to come back till i stumbled on it again tonight ha

hell yeah our members are pretty generous with sharing music , i dont DL too much but where i live i cant get certain lp's and tto has reunited me with some cds i lost when i was like 16-17 . its good to get some new talent in the pen and pad section , its been pretty dead lately cuz everyone is TRYING to do some audio , im thinkin of getting on some audio flows but 4now i just freestyle write . anyways ill cut it short , im allways lookin for new collaborations so when you feel like flowin some more feel free to hop in one of the open mic cyphers or start your own and ill hop in it wit ya . . . .

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keep the flow alive
speak whats on yo mind
when it come down to the grind
i stay down flippin pounds fulltime
allways on a hustle
i treat the game like dip for my chips
my slabs the hen house
cuz i trunk pop on them chicks
hatas on my dick lick it like a lollipop
been jammin screw since nine six
in my deck youll find that polli pop
texas on my back
till i D-I-E
switched to lincoln from a lac
drank boats float in my high-c
as im toatin my 9-piece
like a chicken wing dinner
im rollin like im coastin on fine grease
im feelin like a lottery ticket winner
the way im toastin cross swine seats
chandelier in the rear got replaced wit led screens . . . a lil flow i jus came up wit . . .

im just sayin whats up to texastakeover
im lookin for my piece of the pie too,
so bring that cake over
awready ready to sip cups n dip blunts,
recline the seats back and stack bucks,
behind black tint in tha back an the front,
not givin a motherfuck, about who or what
is in tha damn trunk,
aslong as the jam bump with that texas thump
we wanna get our music large like the Astrodome
an pour up deuces into a Styrofoam
im with whatever, down forever,
from where them killers roam
i stay I-10 coastin so much its like a second home
holdin hydro from austin, im so blown
on the access or the feeder puffin that home grown
so much smoke escapes
that it looks like i need to take this bitch to auto-zone
gonna have to hit up j-dawg to get me home
watch a movie in the headrests an smoke some

i swang wide like my ride got a 10 foot stride
big j coincide wit mary j and got high
how high ? im talkin space ship fly
cloud nine like a bromalthahide high
and i aint comin down for second rounds until around tomorrow night
nah im trippin
im bout to smoke one in a few
in a hammer type bubbler green glass tinted blue
that kush taste so true
watch the smoke envelope me
like a heavenly mist twistin up tha whole trees. . .

yea thats what im talkin bout, that line bout yo bubbler rolled off nice

break the leaf down, pass round, clockwise
till we all high, watchin smoke streams float by
no lie
somethin bout that herbs got me off
could be the blueberry, the diesel, or that strawberry cough
sittin curbside, off the wayside, im way high...
slap me.
im so fuckin blown right now you could cap me...
id die happy.
got a grin plastered somewhere above my chin
catch me in my smokin' den
im where the weed smoke lingers
chunkin up deuces with resin all on my fingers

Talkin' bout that green, I'm off ta Cohiba heights,
That special blended seed, adds a kick to oxy high.
I'm not speaking of teen acne, oughta slap this guy,
Tradin' off wit tha Ace, release righteous sigh.
What up J Dawg, proper salutes on this night,
Gon' get up on audio, was I hearin' ya right?
My mixtape hit delay*, paper eatin' real light,
I'm off to the S.A., courtroom cameras seem bright.

*Just got my laptop with all my work confiscated today...Planned to have release tomorrow...but, things change. Fuck it. I have about half my work backed up, so may just drop a lil 6 banger mix. That's in addition to what's on the Reverb Nation. But, with the confiscation of my laptop, also comes a job move. Ha...just in time for me to make the trial in the 210...Donnie, I'll be seein' ya mayne. Prayers...