You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed
I want ACTION, that's what I need
I never put doubt in my mind
Cause I know when I touch the mic there's the rhyme
See murder which is caused
When you **** with the negative and positive charge
Then they came up, out my garage
With the hit that's gonna be LARGE
Tired of sittin on my ****in ass
Niggas I know, be runnin around with mad ****in cash
Who the **** wanna be an emcee
If you can't get paid, to be a ****in emcee?
I came out my momma pussy -- I'm on welfare
Twenty-six years old -- still on welfare!
So I gotta get paid fully
Whether it's truthfully or untruthfully
With my Boston bloodthirsty process
P-E-A-C-E

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Yea, gotta come back to attack
Killin niggas who said they got stacks, cause I don't give a ****
{*inhales*} I wanna see blood, whether it's period blood
Or bustin your ****in face, some blood!!
I'm goin out my ****IN mind!!
Everytime I get around devils {*breathing hard*}
Let me calm down, you niggas better start runnin
Cause I'm comin, I'm dope like ****in heroin
Wu-Tang Bloodkin, a goblin, who come tough like lambskin
Imagine, gettin shot up with Ol Dirty insulin {*sucks air*}
You bound to catch AIDS or somethin
Not sayin I got it, but nigga if I got it you got it!!
WHAT?!? {*echoes*}

it's like, it starts off as a good ole fashioned verse, but then BAM: ODB spoken word.

Change my attempt good intentions

Crouched over
You were not there
Living in fear
But signs were not really that scarce
Obvious tears
But I will not
Hide you through this
I want you to help them, please see
The bleeding heart perched on my shirt

Die, withdraw
Hide in cold sweat
Quivering lips
Ignore remorse
Naming a kid, living wasteland
This time you've tried
All that you can turning you red

Change my attempt good intentions
Should I, could I
Here we are with your obsession
Should I, could I

Crowned hopeless
The article read living wasteland
This time you've tried
All that you can turning you red
but I will not
Hide you through this
I want you to help

Change my attempt good intentions
Should I, could I

Here we are with your obsession
Should I, could I

Heave the silver hollow sliver
Piercing through another victim
Turn and tremble be judgmental
Ignorant to all the symbols
Blind the face with beauty paste
Eventually you'll one day know

Change my attempt good intentions
Limbs tied, skin tight
Self inflicted his perdition

Should I, could I
Change my attempt good intentions
Should I, could I

Build me a cabin in Utah
Marry me a wife catch rainbow trout
Have a bunch of kids. Who call me pa
That must be what's it's all about.

You can’t trust a cold blooded man
Girl, don’t believe in his lies
Can’t trust a cold blooded man
He’ll love you and leave you alive
There’s one thing you must understand
You can’t trust a cold blooded man

Can’t trust a cold blooded woman
Boy, don’t you lie in her bed
You can’t trust a cold blooded woman
She’ll love you and leave you for dead
There’s one thing you must understand
You can’t trust a cold blooded woman

And all the times I sit and wonder why I’ve been brave, oh
And all the times that I’m reminded by I’m ashamed, oh yeah

You can’t trust a cold blooded lover
You can’t trust a cold blooded slave
You can’t trust a cold blooded other
In the end they’ll just drive you insane

There’s one thing you must understand
You can’t trust a cold blooded,
can’t trust a cold blooded,
can’t trust a cold blooded
Woman (Man).

How I Got Over
-The Roots

When you on the corners, there's too much drama
Livin with the police right behind ya
It's always more than a slight reminder
We livin in a war zone like Rwanda
Before I go back to the Heavenly Father
Pray for me if it ain’t too much bother
Whatever don't break me a-make me stronger
I feel like I can't take too much longer
It's too much lyin, and too much fightin
I'm all cried out 'cause I grew up cryin
They all got a sales pitch I ain't buyin
They tryin to convince me that I ain't tryin
We uninspired, we unadmired
And tired and sick of being sick and tired
of livin in the hood where the shots are fired
We dyin to live, so to live, we dyin
You just like I am

"Yet she became more and more promiscuous as she recalled the days of her youth, when she was a prostitute in Egypt. There she lusted after her lovers, whose genitals were like those of donkeys and whose emission was like that of horses."

Ezekiel 23:19-20 (NIV)

Clutch - The Face

bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla argh...fuck...kill

Adriano Celantano - Prisencolinensinaincuisol

Take that, Beck.

My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola
My eyes are wide like cherry pies
I gots a taste for men who're older
It's always been, so it's no surprise

Lana Del Rey - Cola

Prose man, prose.