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| ell1ott Gangstarr (get it?) ''The Owners'' Quote | Reply | | *tHe WeIgHt* - Parts 1,2,3 posted on: 1/18/2004 9:04:39 PM all 3 of my verse about my mind, yeah its prolly fucked up bu what the hell.... gimme a shout peeps dOpE sHiT - tHe WeIgHtZ lIfTeD - i ReMaIn SpItTiN Existing aint living, It's fact that there's no fiction in my dictions, Hate on rap - Resistance against scriptures/ Like a victim pray's for a witness, I stay waiting for forgiveness, A way to make them listen I cant en-vision/ Let me start the rippin', Mataphorical art of spittin is even out of reach to parts of the smartest wisdom/ I know its hard to glisten, Bombarded with infliction, Life as a rap artist is like livin with bars in prison/ My discharge is distant still instantly charged, Sick symptoms of scars found in sympathy bars/ Hope to be famous - Wishing we are, Poverty once part of my life, I was christened as starved/ Not missing the hard-ship, I 'aim' to stress life was living in carnage, But there isnt a target/ Wanted to grow, My mission was tarnished, Had to strive for ambition once the slippin had started/ Parting the seas, Find it hard that deceased peeps never release a ''peace out'' when they leave/ Relax smoke an ounce of a tree, Clouds within me, Stay spittin till its announced im at peace/ Bounce with the beast, Never speak my mouth to police, Cos they be beating you down/ Stressin in a cell with no possesions - Sleep on the ground, Still rock the beats - Keeping my sounds/ I need to be found, Or ill be found on my knees, Hands clutching my chest - No power to breathe/ Suicide not an option it's only cowards that leave, Every minute that passes is an hour it's seems/ Earth devoured my dreams, beleive I had to express my stressful scenes, Now I'll rest at ease/ tHe WeIgHt DeCrEaSeZ - pArT2 Never spoke a sound, Was trained to listen, Those who stare at me from afar see pain at distance/ Drained the potions, Still motion maintains, Brain insane - My weapons are spoken, Hope to take aim/ Sustain unstable strains of a labeled game, Mainstream remains the same, Fucking fabled fame/ A stake I claim with proportion, Old school rap wacked with abortion, Hot 97 mentality distortion/ Challenge the cause with caution, Children dont choose to passive smoke we force them/ Star shaped like 'Jordan', More than hard faced, Run a race of chared straights, The scars stay/ Art decays, It strays apart, Play your part and amaze the charts, If 1 man gave ya props, ya made ya mark/ Planets dying even humans, Reproduction and eveloution should be re-named pollution/ Demons inside my head, The pain induced them, Aint ready to die so I refrain to shoot them/ Wheres the solution? Thats what my bars say, Steady trapped between a rock and a hard place/ No-one knows where my soul goes, Mind has a pardoned trace, Wake up to this world, Its hard to face/ Start to regenerate my energy, Sensual states of synergy, Bent full of hate as a missionary/ Sick visions scary, Initially I'm elevating instantly, Like I been intimidating the wisdom fairy/ wEiGhT bEcOmEs A fRaGmEnT oF pAsT tEnSe - PaRt 3 Recieved word from Hell in the form of a letter from the Devil, Invitation for me to settle on his level/ I'm a detremental rebel who gets very experimental, I'm Neo taking on each and every Sentinal/ Content sensual - Plenty full of concept's, Every individual pays respect to AOL when my net connect's/ Wasnt even left a breath like my quest was death, Some tears pent up inside the rest I shead/ Rap thinks it's best I'm bled, Heads full of clutter, To stay street do I have to rest in the gutter?/ My purpose I'm yet to discover, Still give my mother respect, She the one there when no other is left/ Cops undercover, Vest's get uncovered in sec's, It's like tellin a girl ya love her when it's nuttin but sex/ Catch a slug to ya chest, Disrespect urges masking and gloves, Sick surges meant the casket was shut/ Twisted crips acting as blood, Lives are lost!!, Taken were the 'weak' and 'small' like they ''Micro-soft''/ Wait!, I've been robbed, Snoop told me if I paid the cost, He'd make me boss, I gave him Satan and God/ Get my dick blatantly slobbed, Women see it's as the ultimate prize, Best beleive the results are as high/ Fake fuck's the culprit's of lies, Need to wake up, Fuck your eyes, You better look with your ryhmes/ |