its the texas take over , roll call mutha fucka
if you think you holdin bars this yo one call mutha fucka
spit that hot shit and smash off on a sucka
grab the mic wit a fist like a black panther brotha
MAN!! there aint no otha , holdin it down like tha J
i put it down for my kenfolk in hustle town ridin tre's
candy red sleighs , maybe blue over grey
either way we bout that pay knockin hatas out tha way
stand tall grippin grain in the lane paint wet enough to spray..................

So much flow, swagga hoes get the best of 'Ye,
My swagga go, reputation gets the best of me.
Answer no, gang rape, you catch the wrath of G's.
Snortin' snow, ambivalance done cost A "C".
Noted ya favorite rapper, kids...adults do drugs.
Kids'll do 'em too, just ta experience the rush.
My mind is vehicle, but my body is at it,
G6 state of mind, flippin' cards like I'm Gambit.
Blind beyond belief, decomposition at best,
Fuck a bullet proof vest, trade shots we call catch.
I know my end is near, why my heart leaves my chest,
Titty fuck ya Earth, dyin' wit my dick in its breasts.

it's dj desp,
and im checkin in,
another thing i'm checkin is yo girlfriennnnnd pow pow pow pow idk

Originally Posted by Desperado

it's dj desp,
and im checkin in,
another thing i'm checkin is yo girlfriennnnnd pow pow pow pow idk

GNR ^ kilt it

hell naw y'all are the true wreckers of this pen & pad shit...

this is you and ace cope

yes that boy J wreckin mics like i took'em
to the car crusher hatas mad cuz i shook'em
smokin head buster watch my candy paint luster
screens on watchin tron you can look but dont touch her................

we aint rappin bout no swag ,unless its comin in a bag
but if i did i guess id say that i got more than you can have
dig the motion as i shag ,the track wit this mic that i grab
im goin off like a crazed pit or pissed inmate about to stab
some would call it postal ,my mouths like a wide frame testerosa
big j will fuck ya off and hang a R.I.P. poster
so come a lil closer ,if ya thinkin you can hang
i might be one deep but i dont need a gang to snatch ya chain................................

got jetpacks installed under my boots
so when im flyin away i got vertical percision while i shoot
im lryicly inclined to disrespect your whole team
il let you fall asleep just so i can haunt your dream
take my time dismantling everyone of your nerve connections
then organize your useless cortex into seperate sorrow sections

Originally Posted by StaySmokinAndLeanin

got jetpacks installed under my boots
so when im flyin away i got vertical percision while i shoot
im lryicly inclined to disrespect your whole team
il let you fall asleep just so i can haunt your dream
take my time dismantling everyone of your nerve connections
then organize your useless cortex into seperate sorrow sections

kilt it , excellent wordplay

GNR@sorrow sections

Listen...... I’m a lion on tracks you aint TAMING THE BEAST/
If you see me with glocks and I’m BANGING THE STREETS/
Then you’ll end up in “trunks or two pieces” like a DAY AT THE BEACH/
He acts real “animated," but that just because this BITCH IS DRAWN,
Sayin' he get more head than Stewie when his CHICK IS HOME
But he’s really the gay type that rocks some TIPS AND THONGS
“Blow more sacks(sax)" than Lisa and when the CLIPS IS ON
He turns “fucking yellow," like some SIMPSONS PORN
You RIPPIN JOHN? shit you must be dreaming within a dream
Cause I could get you SPLIT UP IN SECONDS stroll through with the CLIPS AND THE WESSON
But I don’t need guns to leave this BITCH IN DEPRESSION
Cause once I swing and let my punches HIT WITH AGGRESSION
Your “top will never stop spinning," like the END OF INCEPTION
I’m Balling something like HOOPING WIT KINGS
Bang from long range like I’m SHOOTING THE THREES
Talking coke like you MOVING THEM THINGS? Shit.......
When it comes to drugs, I’m “Ray Charles” “I can’t see you PUSHING THE KEYS(ki’s)“

oh no not little wayne

oh shit i didnt think we'd see kj in here again , comin outta know where wit a dope rhyme , no plex mayne , you should drop in and flow wit us more often .

In the mix on highway 6
On my phone writin throwed lyrics
I pimp the pen and I spin the tables
Now all you haters think I live a fable
Cause I push the foreign, ball and parlay,
Makin a stack ev-er-y-day
Headed toward the sand wanna see the blue water
Down at the kappa I fucked a couple daughters
It's the desp and I'm on the mic
Ridin on my marble bike
From the southside so you know I ride red
When I hit the lot I spun some heads
4s poking out so god damn wide
Showin love for the southside
I'm so damn throwed I'm swangin lanes
Run the red light it ain't no thang
Cy creek that's where I hang
Off perry and grant showin no shame
Hit the shell station for a blunt
Chunk the deuce then I po up
On the flow
I never been weak
After my purchase don't need no receipt

Just freestyle typed it in first period today. A yungstar type flow

money,money,money, MUNEY, MUNEY!MUNEYYYYY!
hahaha

I said.. haha, King johnny is the shooter
BIG J with the AK, lyrical kill when they spit words through ya,
POW-POW peace to Desperado the track screwer,
and that boy Scrooge'll subdue ya madula precisely endin' ya future,
but as fa' Me- im just in the league, a JUNIOR.
but dont get it mistaken, im slayin' any challenge they statin'
is near impossible, flow icy fresh just like a popcicle, though
my appearance is different, cause EAST be flamed out like cardinals.

heavy spit so i strech out the abdominals.
find me in the articles, truth up in my arsenal.
overcomin every obstacle, losing isnt optional
either gime the throne or get slain
dont think too much much, it isn't logical.
haha it isn't logical.

we gone hold it down from where you at where im found
big j pimpin pens spittin game all around
yes you hear the sound , but where the fuck am i
i might be across town stirin shit up hotter than a pan fry
i dont live like i cant die but i aint scared to live neither
let a playa take a breather and hit this reafer
then start choppin up the track like a fuckin meat cleaver...........

da dope architect, remember the name
while yall cumbling im standing tall in the game


twist it hit it light it twist hit it light it
steady jammin big HAWK and spit

I wrote something last night, but guess it didn't post...fuck it, as long as Green Peace ain't plex, then whatever. SS&L done been wanting to cut that steak since before the slaughterhouse.
Desperado a mod??? Congrats cut master

Originally Posted by 915AceCope-FOE

Desperado a mod??? Congrats cut master

thanks

Actin Serious, than you’ll get that Joker Mask from the THANG ON MY WAIST
But don’t think I’m a clown, just cause I got that “Tool up(Tulip) on me that’ll SPRAY AT YA FACE”

we in da flow chamber sign says "Warning, DANGER"
ripped both of your pupils out ima eyesocket rearanger

this mic wreckin session is like an infection causin erections
28 bars later i stand alone and done broke the game in sections..............

i can break the game down down but id be defeating the purpose
if you wasnt born in to it and you doin it you defeating the purpose
them typa cats are worthless and dont deserve this
gift they call a rhyme cuz they blind and dont observe shit
its not about what ya got or what ya get
or how ya livin and where ya shit
its about the ends meatin and keepin the fam eating
whether or not the papers legit
thats all im gonna spit
this was just a lil flow
thats what a playa do
just to letcha know......ya dig

bottles in my hand watch me drink the 7 seas
candy coated boat surfin over tsunamis

switch from tsunami to a dam typhoon
big j drop the screens playin monopoly tycoon

i can flow faster,
hyabusa versus roadmaster,
a son with no dad man I call that man a bastard.

i say fuck that bastard , i call'em how i see'em
my trunk pop wit sound waves that shake down a Colosseum

throwed off in da mind, i see jesus calling
he told me once i get to the top ima only be falling
look across the lands my son, do you not want to burn it all
or watch they all kill eachother, oh how these men brawl
you know them better then me, spin them a ugly tale
bout how you was graceful once, the king of the sea "KILLA WHALE"

destined to be great even heaven was a destination
one puff of the pipe now i got "hell"ish halucinations

its a trip to see your own blood drip on the ground
make a nigga angry make me wanna slam on the pound
i got nuthin left cept my balls and my rhymes
tryna fight the whole group with nuthin but two 45s

the more i try and escape the mo these things just wont quit
so like a snake backed into a corner im forced to stand and spit
challenge me oh great one they call satan or the beast
and ill rip off both arms of yours and use them to preach
oh shit cant forget the lips strips of skin and chin
then ill tape em back on for your answer may begin

dam homie , you spittin some deep shit , its a nice change of pace from the usual

i been writing a new track, kinda like K-Rinos "Valley Of Decisions" over this beat. goin with the struggle between the devil and god

a whisper in my ear, "duck as my holy arrow twangs"
it carries a bite stronger then 20 lions fangs
unleash the power, let it surge thru your veins
and remember me when you regain your unholy reign

nigger nigger nigger, can't you see, the fried chicken is really tasty

So u gon tell me y u mad???
Hmm...y u really mad tho?
Maybe cuz ya pockets stuck on empty, short on cashflow?
Maybe cuz that bop that u b wit is not a bad hoe?
Or maybe cuz u rappin but ain't never had a packed show?
Maybe ima asshole but baby I'm n cashmode
All about the stacks so FUCK ya if it ain't that bro
Shawn Carter - that cold
Always had that crack, dro
U could bag it up and smoke it straight out that glass hole
Straight outta that west coast - never been a hater tho
Even tho Texas it made me crazy - I still made it tho
Fingers 2 the radio these stations try 2 play us tho
But we ain't even trippin our music is not what they control.....
West3rd the best unheard absurd flower
loving words, comma signs and verbs and dro aroma
No diploma, bout 2 b 23 n a home owner....

Y'all boys killing it, jus adding a lil sum

nice to see you still around mayne....keep droppin flows

im goin in, tryna win the last thing i wanna lose
its me or you big man whos plasmas gonna ooze

Word...shit I b n and out peeping game but babymama n my seed n work take bout 90% of my time - u prolly understand n a few years homie no doubt...preciate tha luv tho.

i be workin on this flow like it was a 9 to 5
see me surfin through the sky high off that chocolate tie
yall can settle for a slice but im gone take the whole pie
the life , i done lived it while these cats watch it walk by
im happy in my state of mind i stay to mine
dont fuck wit me an i wont fuck you off , i dont play around
i got more tools than craftsman
standin taller than giraffes stand wit nuts hangin to the ground.............

bout an ounce and a half and im good to go
nickle and dime doubles the money then i re-up for tha dro'
150 is the quote fo' da quota' so ya know
roll it up like a pro an let that mutha fucka blow
straight to tha dome , head rush hit'cha fast
chocolate tie cloned wit kush , its like my bodys in a cast
mind frame thowed an everythang is movin slow
im peepin out the scene while im leanin on tha do'
but i aint bout to fuckin fall
off the track bitch i crawl
in and out the lane like no look passin the ball
im a lay up feed to a dunk
while yall lay away everything you need in the trunk
big j feedin the funk
wit dope rhymes smokin skunk
ima break you boyz off like a kit kat
when that thang click clack and knock off a chunk.........................