Friday, December 18, 2009

12/18 me-definition

Walking talking Stephen spits that change you can believe in, I know it’s odd but this job that I got, makes me feel even./ Never leavin!/ Pipes they still cost a fortune so do abortions. My way had to be forced in kill cats from BK down to Lorton/ my presence felt, spaghetti westerns skip the cowboy hat and lasso . People think VA is shorthand for vicious asshole/ I won’t set ‘em straight, I celebrate , why stop em? I just let em hate. So fly that I can levitate, let me demonstrate/ battling me is like a yellow light, prepare to get stopped! this throttle of mine like a bottle of wine you get popped!/ stop actin like you sick already, be a visionary, and understand there’s more ways to flip styles than missionary/ All your teachers see you and talking like “ I knew he was a bama". Neighbors thought you was the faggot type when they caught you dressed like grandma/ keep talking loud I got a megaphone, known to spray a poem to tear away your dome, time to go reclaim my throne, yo it’s like…

1 comment:

. said...

one two three, steve is killin all them other emcees, he came to pocket all the loot from hip hop, shzaredipe coppin nose bleeds from sittin at the top...

SO sick. Damn.