Friday, April 24, 2009

Scripted freestyle (so not freestyle)

The firemen came to quell the fire
Heat like plasma made us all perspire
I threw some tacs in the street just to pop the tire
No need to run away cuz ima frequent flier

Now just about the time that cops came round
I killed a fifth of everclear and was on the ground
When they chained me in cuffs, I didn't make a sound
Jail times the only way to make a gangsta' renowned

I've found this town nestled between wheat mounds
Has few too many thugs, and far too many clowns
Learning curve like an Einstein I grow in leaps and bounds
If you try to find my path ya gonna need some blood hounds

Since day one I've plotted
The seeds I've sown are sodded
And e'ry body knows it aint trickin' if you got it

They all swagger jacked my cookin'
When I wasn't lookin'
Can't catch me twice next time they come, I'm bookin'

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