While on the Stage...

Giraffe Ribs N Collards wrote:

superfluousloquacity wrote:

Giraffe Ribs N Collards wrote:are you serious?!?

What chu mean? Elaborate please.

my fault homeboy, i didnt read your disclaimer

i thought that was a real drop from you until you said it was a b.s. throwaway rhyme

i said that because i thought you were on some ho hum blunts and hoes nonsense...

naw, that was just me pissing in the wind. lol

I'm in a different state of mind, Sickology's on the grind....
no playing around now you cowards be wasting time....
see we all wanna rise but i'ma give it my all....
I'm not sitting around waiting for these niggaz to fall....
Life isn't easy but I can't complain cause i'm still breathing....
watching my back cause everyday it seems like kill season....
Death is around the corner yo Pac you said it best....
Gunfire in the air the shots put him to rest....
a glock and now a vest, but is that really enough....
I can't call it cause see this life that we're living is tough....
niggaz'll bust for anything, just wasting a good life....
that's the mentatlity you get when you're living the hood life....

some shit from my last mixtape:


niggaz know about me im the same o.g
crazy 80's baby still keep it low key
you aint heard im a beast on the m-i-c?
its m-i-k-e-d from n-y-c

see me in the x man like hank mccoy
bars better than sex come fuck with ya boy
leave more lead in ya chest than a chinese toy
pop ya head fuck a vest niggaz seek and destroy

im an animal spit shit ya flow cant hold a candle to
takin over like hannibal with words from my mandible
if u lose a fan or two it would be understandable
i give em gifts like santa do they flipped easy like vanna do

str8 hip hop no ice no chaser
go head and make pop lil sambo, get ya paper
when my album drop ill lock it down like jada
my run on top cant stop like the qb from the gators

some old shit from around 04/05


angels crying for our souls everyday that it rains
if you would open up ur eyes you can see thru the game
nigga its more than the fame gettin ass from a dame
and spectacular brains off the strength of ur name

take the plug out from your neck homey realize the truth
ur still three fifths of a man the cotton field is the booth
the day you pocket that advance you slip ya neck in a noose
now be a good house nigger and that shit might get loose

you getting chittlin money dog nothing but leftover scraps
you gonna have to eat for years before ur belly gets fat
you might think its jealousy but im just spitting the facts
ask any artist signed how much they make off a track

i can recognize a hustle sold dimes for twenty
gave out a dutch with every bag damn near tripled my money
i watched niggaz get on they feet bubbling peanuts as dummies
make something outta nothing or u gonna go hungry