120 Bars Deep

I said empty your mind Be formless shapeless Like water It's not an easy skill to learn I've been practicing it for many years I grab the mic ripping through hitting notes on every cord Flaming blunts and drinking brew double edging on my sword I be the one with tunnel vision insomniac livin' Funneling decisions through a 40 keeps me driven To a gang life style "Chuck T's" with the "Ben D's" White "Cortez" and I fat lace my "Nikees" Chillin' like a villain psycho cerebellum Starin' at the ceiling catch these flows while I spell um E-S-E-4 oh then apostrophe Thowin up the "S" oh yes so it's gotta be The E-S-E foe-dee ounce with a wicked flow We stress free "T-town" when I hit the dro Slow my heart rate but I be quick on the reflex Got no time for half bred parvo lookin' rejects Shaolin beat that I'm wreckin' for the street With the world in one hand and the other's packin' heat The fundamental triple "B" got the bud, brew, and bitches Razor blade mentally a buck fifty with the stitches On the face of the rap game drop another track flame Burning through the airwaves rock solid crack slang Slangin' truth into lyrics steady slaughterin' a metaphor Hate Proof my spirit with a project yall ain't ready for Hittin' switches through these rhymes like I'm dippin' in a low low Sick and twisted minds jumpin' lines like a pogo Stick to the muthafuckin' realest on my mental notes Kickin' ghetto lyrics on the illest instrumental flows Straight from the block with the poverty and grime Penitentiary cages on the robbery of time No rewind on my clock so I'm shootin' towards the future Early in the morning with cocaine as my rooster To wake me up and sound off scoop another mound off Lace it in a blunt sticky skunk to make a clown cough Pisto in my ice tea haters lookin' shiesty Sack chasin' bitches on the creep actin feisty Dip through the streets with my bald headed felons Razor to the skin then hit the wind with my pelons Off in the streets well I really mean the beast Belly of a fuckin' demon meth addicted ain't no peace In my area five oh five was original So I never switched it up the numbers for this criminal I come gunnin' with these verses show you where the dirt is Deep in the slums with the clowns at the circus Take you through the zoo where they got every type of animal Tokin' on glass pipes tweekin' up on mechanical appliances Reconfigure what the science is Once enemies and now they smokin' like alliances Slicin' through your speakers cut shit up like a Samurai Projectile style cock it back and let the hammer fly Fuck a punk snitch nine double one dialin' When they see the trouble run world's smallest violin Playing in the background when they plea bargainin' Weed's getting hacked down time to do the gardenin' Damn fuck the bars How many pages I got left on this shit? Connectin' rhymes with a quickness vocabulary fitness Infiltrate the structure and infect um with the sickness Crease my "Frisco's" F-B with two pistols Holstered on my waist "Chuck T's" laced the list goes On and on and on while I'm starin' through my loccs Bandana hangin' down from my back pocket hope That I see another day through the thick of my conflicts And not another chain gang trip with the convicts Dreamin' big with the raps as I fascinate what fame tells Tilt the forty back and go assassinate my brain cells Cloudy premonitions in my mind about the outcome Rowdy drunken missions on the grind talkin' bout some Bitches for the night wreckin' hoes and I'm killin this Riches that I write weapon flow psycho villainous Cuz I'm the lyrical drinkin' hundred proof let my spirits flow Six percocets and an eighth of the miracle Mystical medical marijuana let it glow When I spark this in the darkness flashin' up the catchable Flame out the light uh reign the empire In the rap game with the fame I desire And this is my dream while I'm driftin' through the slums Trailer parks and project porches dirty money, drugs, and guns Till opportunity approaches killin' off the roaches Feds throwin' raids takin' orders from their coaches But fuck the jura cuz we gotta stay trucha Labs in my town cookin' batches of the bruja Pushin' out through the calles what be the epidemic? Glass plague in the valle oil burner as the gimmick Skeleton trend set uh cock that "Beretta" Cold in these streets better grab ya self a sweat uh Better yet a jacket they frozen off the sack lit Ampin' out psychosis thirty dirty hits of smack shit That be my world when I return to the beast And chill with the homies in the place where there's no peace I'm in the zone with the warriors "South Side Academy" Gladiator school we learned assault, rage, and battery On our opponents life and death moments Gathering the hate that I've collected and I've known since I was a little youngsta thuggin' I was once uh Skinny little vato on the calles smokin' blunts up But now I'm twenty seven years old far from a veteran Triple O-G with the "Olde English" letterin' A buck twenty bars strong comin' out the wood work Ghetto tale song nice and long to make the hood smirk I keep droppin' these lines spitting verses is my nature Last page on the grind twenty four up on the paper Getting praised for my flows but I don't need a witness Targets on a wila hard pez up on the hit list Menace to society killin' off sobriety Drunk up on the creep about to hit um all so quietly Blitz on the front line military tactics Shotgun stunt time buck um into back flips And if you're rollin' through my area it's desert land subliminal Cinco cero cinco with a drug that be identical To broken wind shields or hands full uh quartz rock Meth drug deals but I'm the one who still snorts chalk Up in my zone double up like a clone A beast in the jungle with the strongest pheromone Reppin' out the "Pecos" valle wanna take this To another level "Eddy County" with the make shift Lab tech chemists cookin' up the business Bad breath menace always lookin' for the finished Product on the line molecular design Blasting fifty units deep into the center of their mind Now the times are finished up on the last of a dying breed Chillin' on the block slangin' crack people buying weed On the last note sailing high in a glass boat Be my surroundings drifting by looking past dope