Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Vintage Beat Lab Volume 1.
Vintage beat lab vol 1.
As trill as music tracks get
I display my gifts
I invented the spit
mad scientist
dissect universe
Hospital
Military
Government
Universe
I spit universes
No really
I spit hits you need verses
See how lyrical my rhymes get
I was born do this
Rap about lifestyle giving
Was chosen like calligraphy in tombs
most y'all wack rappers face it
Your careers are doomed
Hood politics
News stations
Mansions hostages
Gang of 600 criminals
Holding family of 80
Imagine torture
Fuck fairy tale.
I speak for lives
Living in hell
Like god don't exist
Why some prosper with evil
While those cause good prevail
This is review prequel
Bars hard like bamboo
Risk your life over wack tracks like sky diving
Put pistol in your mouth
Squeeze
Or feel ocean breeze
Life is easy
Chase money
Leave dummies
Cant decide on
Balling Rather
Baller block
Think not
Pistols pop
Hearts stop
Legends selling lies stop
Blow sweat tears
Y'all ain't sayn nutn new
Cyz y'all not doing nutn new
Y'all to bizzy living in mirror
Can't see reality right in front you
Can't study others
Without becoming history
Noise in books
Noise in streets
Noise in beats
Soul in music sheets
Physically Beemer shackled with millions
No slave ships no leather whips
On my back for picking wack beats
Ten steps til death
Turn around squeeze
Feel island air off pacific
Atlantic niaraga got em wetter
No viagara
You ain't even caught on to half
Melody story line
Climax wet haters up like waterfall
Got pussies wetter than wet tee shirt contest
My plea for living lavish
Baller status
Hate my apparatus
The system designed rat us
Gat us blast
That's y in guns I trust
Whiling taking flix making chips
Booking clients dodging agents
Stop spying
Tryn
Write false stories
Truth twisted like dreads
System crooked need braces
No Indians no braves
No dentures no fades
Ganja stereos palaces
No more prisons
My vision
Luxurious living on earth
As heaven
Never dwell in negative realm
Always peace it up
Roll blunt
Put some act right in your cup
El aqua
Soul survivor
Alll life ha
All my life they labeled
Something I wasn't
So I said fuck it
Since they got me stuck
Fucked up bucked up
No luck coming up
I'm shoot it up
Sale drugs
Then open label up
Clothing lines & hot tracks
In studio
Indy 500
Or
Music industry
Need million 500
Car speed fastest souled up
Going at least five hundred
Across salt plains
In desert land look like dream
Everything is what it seem
Either live your dreams
Through plots & schemes
See me I live for eternity
Not soul can harm me
Unless I let my guard down
This small town got me trapped
With same hell my descendants suffered
I wonder & wish on zillion stars
Will the world have more for me
Than near death experiences
I want live billion years
Smoke trillion pounds weed
Write million songs
Fuck million women
Have million children
After my species on million planets
In million of galaxies infinite
Do my rhymes sound strange
Am my thoughts insane
If I've lost children to miscarriage
May my lost seeds come back in million spirits
Giving me millions mind & spiritual enliftmens
Millions of senses & emotions stimulations
I'm spazing on tracks no e pills
pills berry dough boy
I got dough oh boy
Bakery
Betty crocker
Crocodile shoes
Animal abuse
Fuck
What about my youth
All troubled I was subjected to
Why I couldn't live like stars
I was one ain't know it yet
Until I seen devil in human form
Tryn keep me from promised land
Promises our creator promised
Health & happiness in every land
But evil man
Got guns in my hands
Protecting my lands
Lost to many of fam
Got damn Got PTRILLA on your fm
Like fuck them
Baller blockers hustle haters
Powers state Got police surveilling my place
Like I'm not solving your case
Their only concerned with locking rapper away
I'm like I'm not drug dealer or killer
They wondering how I got my bread
Rap hustling
So let me live
The greatest ever
Rap athlete
On beat
Beating beat like my meat
Ha ha
Ladi dodii
I likes party
I doont start trouble
I don't bother any body
John doe
I'm ill I will with smith
Best in west in
Got em strippn in Marriott
Bank managers cutting check
Investing in hot ish
Y'all false prophets
Need stop y'all
Non sense
I ain't into taking lives
& doing sentences.
I'm tryn save lives through
Positive music
This has been conclusion
Of beat lab
Collab
With phat beatz ent
Sent from my @PHATBEATZENT
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