Post by yungboss on Aug 7, 2004 10:22:56 GMT -5
artiste :youngboss
track:double life
album:controversial playa
label:mafia house network
VERSE ONE
diplomatic immune/
acrobatical tactics blasting like a double bassoon/
blow the nite life honeymoon of ya whole snipe/
rollin thru the dome in ma shit, spittin wit tha urge/
too complete,harder than the concrete rhymes are steel heat/
a psycho ridin me and basso, we turn tha place to a hyp-flow/
wit a tennis throw smitin faces lika a hammer blow/
to and fro, the pain emittin like a glow/
young boss,plain symptom of memory loss a pro/
your theory exhausts from a hole of ma shallow fosse/
don't get it twisted,this a solo from a soulja unassisted/
i hold principles bigga than that yours ever existed/
see me on stage fightin wit some digitals thrown and twisted/
ironical, how i drop to quake,desroy m.cs like a mass of thunder snakes/
,scaped like some smoke thru the oxbow lake/
knowledge vast as the interstellar space.../
VERSE TWO
i divide m.cs tryna deride describe,ma knockturnal jibe/
verbally condition niggaz on the spots,terminate m.cs in rot/
approach shots ain a game cos y'all spit blunder,shake up niggaz like thunder/
how you gone come close, when cant spit to smoulder/
drop flows deciphered thru critical analysis,/
like dialysis,ma rhymes eliminate thru verbal paralysis/
in the cyclone,i carry off ya cannon bones,,/
like scoop shot, battle once and get blood clots overblown/
shit's controversial,but i ain hershell,i spell blood shell/
on the record/...rhyme for the theater of the absurd/
prophelactic...automatic 4-4 bustin like i split the globe n dots/
a.k .assasin bug,the christ within,made me stronger than a brew of bathtub gin/
we're the gangsta rap projectors,chain reactors,elevatin factors.../
murderous detractors,steal ya safety factors without reflections/
pospone ya future,leave you drained in the storm cone/
every line is a healin on ya bladder,the shit i create serves madder/
buried in the expressions of a lyrrical crusader/cant fade us.../
the chemical keeps spillin outta control,niggaz on parole.../
smoke hole,it ain droll or scholle--its bullet holes in a double life/
track:double life
album:controversial playa
label:mafia house network
VERSE ONE
diplomatic immune/
acrobatical tactics blasting like a double bassoon/
blow the nite life honeymoon of ya whole snipe/
rollin thru the dome in ma shit, spittin wit tha urge/
too complete,harder than the concrete rhymes are steel heat/
a psycho ridin me and basso, we turn tha place to a hyp-flow/
wit a tennis throw smitin faces lika a hammer blow/
to and fro, the pain emittin like a glow/
young boss,plain symptom of memory loss a pro/
your theory exhausts from a hole of ma shallow fosse/
don't get it twisted,this a solo from a soulja unassisted/
i hold principles bigga than that yours ever existed/
see me on stage fightin wit some digitals thrown and twisted/
ironical, how i drop to quake,desroy m.cs like a mass of thunder snakes/
,scaped like some smoke thru the oxbow lake/
knowledge vast as the interstellar space.../
VERSE TWO
i divide m.cs tryna deride describe,ma knockturnal jibe/
verbally condition niggaz on the spots,terminate m.cs in rot/
approach shots ain a game cos y'all spit blunder,shake up niggaz like thunder/
how you gone come close, when cant spit to smoulder/
drop flows deciphered thru critical analysis,/
like dialysis,ma rhymes eliminate thru verbal paralysis/
in the cyclone,i carry off ya cannon bones,,/
like scoop shot, battle once and get blood clots overblown/
shit's controversial,but i ain hershell,i spell blood shell/
on the record/...rhyme for the theater of the absurd/
prophelactic...automatic 4-4 bustin like i split the globe n dots/
a.k .assasin bug,the christ within,made me stronger than a brew of bathtub gin/
we're the gangsta rap projectors,chain reactors,elevatin factors.../
murderous detractors,steal ya safety factors without reflections/
pospone ya future,leave you drained in the storm cone/
every line is a healin on ya bladder,the shit i create serves madder/
buried in the expressions of a lyrrical crusader/cant fade us.../
the chemical keeps spillin outta control,niggaz on parole.../
smoke hole,it ain droll or scholle--its bullet holes in a double life/