I could whoop you seven ways from Sunday.
Have you so affraid to leave your house.
Shook like Garfield on a Monday.
But hey, everyday may as well be a monday.
Cause I can catch ya at any moment.
Pop out from under a rock while you sunbathe.
Make your throat smile so wide, your eyes will project all the suns rays.
Slam dance on ya chest and leave ya face lookin like a runway.
Me an boys wreck ya shop one at time, like we runnin relays.
Throw hot tamales through ya house and wreck tha room in which he stays.
Cold on'em. 2007. Its rough round these parts these days.
If we aint killin fer ends, we scrappin for the he say she say.
Fuck tha he say she say, get outa my way and keep is easay.
Cause I slap pricks with bricks while beligerent off a fifth of EJ.
One swing emcee and its aimin straight for your heart.
seeing red in my vision and my mind gets cloudy and dark.
Sparks fly and the thought of peace gets hurled deep.
Into the recesses of my mind and I begin to weep.
But these tears are not of saddness, I dont cry over sorrow.
They are tears of anger and fear they may see tomorrow.
This is directed at no-one. I just wanted to write an angry rap. If anyone wants throw a rhyme in here, go ahead!
Have you so affraid to leave your house.
Shook like Garfield on a Monday.
But hey, everyday may as well be a monday.
Cause I can catch ya at any moment.
Pop out from under a rock while you sunbathe.
Make your throat smile so wide, your eyes will project all the suns rays.
Slam dance on ya chest and leave ya face lookin like a runway.
Me an boys wreck ya shop one at time, like we runnin relays.
Throw hot tamales through ya house and wreck tha room in which he stays.
Cold on'em. 2007. Its rough round these parts these days.
If we aint killin fer ends, we scrappin for the he say she say.
Fuck tha he say she say, get outa my way and keep is easay.
Cause I slap pricks with bricks while beligerent off a fifth of EJ.
One swing emcee and its aimin straight for your heart.
seeing red in my vision and my mind gets cloudy and dark.
Sparks fly and the thought of peace gets hurled deep.
Into the recesses of my mind and I begin to weep.
But these tears are not of saddness, I dont cry over sorrow.
They are tears of anger and fear they may see tomorrow.
This is directed at no-one. I just wanted to write an angry rap. If anyone wants throw a rhyme in here, go ahead!
