who feels like flowin some rhymes just post some shit up and we will all drop some lines

Back in 89, tha streets crowned me

im spittin hard bars with tha E_town_G

got a bad temper, so dnt ever clown me

most niggaz talk shit, mouth fulla brown teeth lmao

ha good shit i got somthing right here

im a mic savage, grippin a knife just like i like stabbin, quit life and puttin rappin first, just cuz its my passion,

i do more than just talkin, because i ~hate yappin~, me and my motive, its like we have a sick marriage,

i hear the beat, and my fuckin fingers they keep tappin,

breakin holes in the table because i leave em with action,

fame intent, with my 2 cents, i gripped the pen and fuckin havent looked back since,

so whos that dense? they hear my rhymes so intense,

that kids like it, so they fuckin pay my rent,

they give me cash, so i dont have 2 look at fees,

i sit at my desk, lookin like im L.A Reid, or Jimmy Lovine,

cuz thats the way they look at me,

in it and made, so i dont need a ~promo team~ u homo's steamed,

mad pissed, all at me, but i dont give a fuck, cuz im just that mean

i fux wit dat...

dis aint written down, dis is off tha top

save ma pen and pad cuzz i spit it from tha block

dis is 4 tha nigga dat b spittin at tha cops

cuz dey all on his dick, cuz he pitchin off his rocks

me....im like a archer when im spittin off ma glock

cuz im hittin every target, aint no margain 4 a box

funeral prosessions, hearses or euligies

i been at dis 4 a while, none of dis shit is new 2 me

hand over ya jew-ler-ree

or dance wit tha devil, i dont think u'll survive a blast from tha metal

unless its a miracle, pallbearers burry u

all cuz u aint listen, and tha 40 started spittin

yeh im down with that iight

we 3 the most dirty, like toe jam and pocket lint, cause im raw footgage like dead bodies and porno flicks,

hold the game down, gritty shit, born 2 rap, snap ya neck, then ill just punch u till ya sternum crack//,

venom spits have em grippin they chest like heart attacks, my bars like second genisist, itchin 2 put in contraject,

simply marvelous, u dudes cant handle this, can get found ina junk yard like the cosby kids,//

kickin the sickest poems, E be the earthly omen, never without i keep protection like a box of trojan,

u not feelin me, fine u could die slow, with a gash from the ginsu blade across ya throat faggot,//

im offical like birth names and referees, devoted 2 my gang, like a cambodiean refuge,

throw me a bone got an appetite 4 human flesh, im on that wutang shit, puttin skets 2 ya neck//

Im from a hood where niggaz grudge when tha love stop

ammune 2 obituraries and mugshots

Police carry bodies off tha scene, niggaz run from tha gunshots

some 2 slow and catch slugs ock

young bulls skippin school, find'em on tha block wit a gun cocked

get ya daughter raped or ya son popped

wolves howlin at tha moon nigga, just as soon as tha sun drop

goonz run tha streets til dey lungs pop

no 9 to fivin, 12 to 12, its a job just survin

lifes a bitch, while u here put ya time in

everybody gotta make a doolar

hookin, sellin rocks, or dey robbin

lil bastards run tha streets wit no father

dats where tha trouble starts

get bubba sparked if u aint strapped

boy im palmin mine

tke ya food, ma niggaz starvin like its ramadan

if a dude talkin shit i'll knock his fuckin teeth out

pull the peace out n dudes be like "peace out!"

bitches gettin uppidity, quick to catch a beatdown

bitches aint shit n think they soldiers like destinys child//

i lay these bustas straight down they say they hustlers i frown

i think they bitches instead and for some shit that they said

them kids catch a clip to the head

i hospitilize fools leave em sick in a bed//

flow is loco like im sick in the head

who sick as me, dudes need to chill i heat wit steel

and smoke mothafuckas like some reifer kill

dude be fo real mess wit me n ya beef get grilled//

i stain whitetees wit stainless steel

split ya wig til ya brain revealed

in ya dome like a braintrust bitches hang on my rod like hangers

never bothered by gangstas//

cuz i am one, ya boy neva had, but a handgun kept me lookin handsome

and made sure dudes didnt outlive they grandma

i go to war like ya grandpa

altho i disown my pops when the chrome pops i own a block

some hate givin me props askin when its gonna stop//

but i be posted on the block like a fuckin corner shop

til the coroner let the coffin drop

i clear a bitches throat like a cough drop

got a gingerbread lack n my ice look like gumdrops//

yea that dumb pop til gunshots make his lungs stop

22's buss in ya face like cumshots

yall pussys is cumquats

thats a fruit man, have ya girl legs sore like she done squats//

shit on my waste alwasys ready to lick shots

i touch my hip ya dip i call it hip hop

the way i grip glocks make u kids flip flop//

Lyrical injurer, tha rap john dillenger

ma tongue spit thompson slugs, right out tha cylinder

im a criminal, just leave me b

or get, hooked 2 machines, like ECG'S

flatlined......weed, lights, cameras, and actION

judges, fuul courts wit no halftime

lawyers overpaid, pusssy niggaz b throwin shade

bullets thru his chest, exit wound take a shoulder blade

niggaz aint clappin back, dey strappin dey roller blades

skatin as fast dey can, neva had tha patience 2 ask again

tap on dat trigga, bet tha stock spit a rapid 10

run up in tha spot u and ya niggaz b trappin in!

i could end ya life wit a flash of light

married 2 tha game tha streets named us man and wife

niggaz sell tha yams, 2 keep a stash of cabbage right

and hol a biscuit 4 dem niggaz wit a bigger appetite

I'm abnormal, think that i was animal

bullets big as cannon balls aimed at yo abdominable//

they fall like dominos, flow eat em like some cannibals

these dudes need love cuz they cant beat us//

ill make these bitches eat i dust... i heat guts

yall R Kelly niggas can eat butt//

while i skeet, fuck all upon a sheep rug

theses dudes gangstas wit no guns; some cheap thugs//

no cheap trills, im not lookin for a cheap fuck

cuz i got some reifer all up in the jeep truck//

i keep some chicas that eat nuts for visas

dudes get set up to lose like a con job//

the way we drop heat my crew is the bombsqwuad

eatin spaggehti n breadsticks wit da Italian Mob//

you kids need God cuz u dont kno what i'll do to u

treat u like u mario n i was part of the Troopa crew//

we an army i hope u got ya troops wit u

cuz im a G through n through//

sippin on absolute still grippin on 22's what the fuck u wanna do?

i keep a hoe n i aint talkin gardin tools//

nigga pardon u for tryin to mess wit G

the best of E leave the rest deceased; rest in peace//

i got the recipe the way i cook the beef

and i sprinkle streets feel like some seasoned meat//

who could u reasonably see defeatin me

give that fool the peice show em where the reeper creeps//

what u bitches think i wont make ya body stink

when i obliviously see u da weakest link//

lol i fux wit ya shit...we should make a topic and sptt off dat...???