DESCRIPTION:
(Recorded in 2011)
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Lace here, Hungry but haven't I made shit,
Craving for the stardom but it probably take years,
You busy watching the Throne, I pull and take chairs,
You falling back on your ass, why would I play fair,
Taxi Driver, Goodfellas, Casino, Cape Fear
Scorcesse and De Niro when we make hits, Make it,
And they said that we never will,
Right or left hand, better choose the better pill
Whether go against the weather never get a deal,
Or shackled, go along with whatever Gepetto feels.
Steady searching for girl I can grow old with,
Talking wifey, too many broads on that hoe shit,
Gettin' with guys like they going down they own list,
Kinda corny, but someone to share you soul with,
She into rap and basketball thats a bonus,
I'm Flowing, floating on the beat like a lotus.
People know me know that I will never break bad,
Walt White to dog bites, change act,
More hype for all types of gay fads,
Finger to the system, figure I should make claps
Clap clap, Porky stutter when he ain't strapped,
"Lace wack", A phrase that I won't hear,
But once I turn back, they talk their shit, I don't care,
A dope lair, decent car and my family,
Good music and good food is all I need,
If they don't put me in a good mood I blow go the green,
Simple life, never gonna chase a pipe dream,
One day reality will bite and it might sting,
They'll send the cavalry to fight when the strifes lit,
Causing anarchy and strikes from the griping,
But I'll be happily napping, in a nice dream,
Succubus sucking and stroking my Leviathan,
Meaning big one, she better not forget the "Twinz" son,
Big Pun, all these women finna get sprung
To be a rapper they say that you gotta act hard,
The facts are, the rap stars are actors,
Fake daps, in fact, thats fake laughter,
The fast cars are leased, and the fatass broads,
The fast course to fame you sell your ass for it,
Five years down the line I'll say you asked for it
Dropped from the label, and the tax man calling,
Was it worth it, was it perfect when you had the fame,
Now your deserted by the friends who stayed only for your change,
Uh, So if I ever get to the top, only thing I probably toot about is how much poon I got,
Just to make some people mad. I'm only kidding,
New Dawn Poets still alive, the pulse is ticking,
Still rip a track sick, mouth ulcer spitting,
No cancer stick but pass the spliff'n
Dip in the whip while I blast technicians...



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