Ok folks this one was the 2nd verse that I had EVER recorded on CD. It wasn't horrible quality, in fact I think it was pretty good for recording on Rob's porch. There are hidden lines in the verse where I give shout outs to a few cats I used to freestyle with in Cali (Konkrete Inc.).This was by no means one of my best works, but it is one of the few I remember off the top of my head. I never really wrote this it was a freestyle at first. But, I kept having a hard ass time saying "no excuses for loose lips". Either I would run outta air or I would stumble over the words. So, whenever you guys hear PJ, David, or Rob mention that its a joke on my bottom lips.
See Em Creepin
Verse2:
Sleep is the cousin of death, no threats yet
my niggas coming and busting,
ya niggas running and ducking
mowing the lawn from dust till dawn and dawn till dust
believe me in God we trust
but hands down, gotta love them fast bucks
best friends is enemies, the hood is that rough
ya niggas sleeping, we ain't hearing them now
snakes slither on they belly, man weeding them out
hissing with forked tongues, and ya'll don't really want none
stay up on my dick, while I stay on ya mind
my last lines,
ya'll blasting 9's, i'm blasting mines
ya'll call me blaster minds
I stay on the grind
vest won't protect disrespect the garden
fist, bullets, and words will be doing the harming
eat away at ya boy, like a moth to a garmet
no pardon, no excuses for loose lips
so cold, so ruthless leave them toothless
what 4 ya know that could ever go and do this
so you try and bite this, I'll leave ya ass lifeless
it took time to write this, but dispite this I'm the nicest
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