peep that Slaughterhouse video on the front page...then peep this...
flash of black light.
Turn this pen to a sword,
lil' sum'n that I do when I'm bored,
the pen? my only friend, I chased the rest away,
It speaks FOR me....when I got nothin' left to say
the loneliest monk,
in the monestary composin' like Thelonious Monk
you ever known me to front?
I bump the jazz while I blow me a blunt
n' stand at wit's end only to jump. One....
never a snitch, shit.....I drop my OWN name though
Catchphrase's jedi mind: covered with Kangol
others'll play n' diss it, cus they jealous of the skill
n' got nothin' to lay against it, damn.
my fire words fly as high as a bird...Jean Grey style, that is my word (word)....haha
full of disrespect when I middle finger the officer
belittle the blue fag, when spittin' on his badge, I'ma motherfuckin' spiteful...
towering Eiffel of delightful,
jargon to get trife and hyped to
incitin' riots in a couple of bars with JUST a couple o' bars
n' left a couple with a couple o' scars, I'm reminiscin' within the written....pardon me
BULLshit blockin' my path, makin' it hard to see
Can't see the small....I'm WAY too tall
I stomp on you like "I hate you ALL", u ants crawl///
........as they SHOULD....their bellies to the ground,
and beware of the dog catcher or get carried to the pound
frisked n' indicted more if you married to the pound,
if it's beef in the streets , chief.....you buryin' it (buryin' it now)
they like "Wayne, how you get so mad...You was a NICE kid, it's just so sad", well.......,to be continued....
in the meantime, CATCH!!!