Lyrics:
I'm living life as a gamble
Living in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is rotten
To all my niggas rest in peace, see you gone but not forgotten
music
From the 1st word in the 1st line
1st verse in the 1st rhyme hurts worse than a
Virgin the 1st time
You don’t want beef with verb it’s not
the house of hip hop (a good guest)
(Dope)
Some wise words from Your Old Friend
What matters is the beats and if the emcee goes in
It's not about
My enemy
Thrives in fear
And his words by so many believed
Are the bane of the peaceful being
Breeding hate upon the ones
Guilty of a dangerous faith
up a word born
Its not too much pride where i am coming from
So i write a song for the angels watching over me
So dear mama
I hope you understand
I ain't in a crew with no emcee
Why? 'Cah I do this thing by myself
You ever been out in a group, got jumped
End up fightin' back by yourself?
y'all niggas livin' through me
I gave you life when niggas was forgettin' you emcee
I'm a legend, you should take a picture with me
You should be happy
in this piece,
So potna’ you should come and see
We got the lights, we got the mic,
And I’m the grand emcee
I guarantee that this is where they wanna’
you want, you better not front
Cause I'm the nigga that's chilling, I seem kind of quiet
And if you even try it then get ready for a riot
One love,
As I open up on the mic, this shit therapy
You should really beware of me
I'm Powa Tripp, none of you rappers can reverse my polarity
On my Indie in
You toxin
Mix that venom with some carnage
You toxin
I'm not flaming I'm being honest
You toxin
Deceptive and I don't fuck with yo energy
You say you
takin' life as a gamble
And living in the rotten apple yo where every core is rotten
All my niggas rest in peace ya see you gone but not forgotten
're killing me
And a DJ in the group just for credibility
I heard that some of you are getting help with your rhymes
You're not an emcee if someone else writes
As them strangers
That some wish they could be or not to be
Impossibly
As it transcends from hte pen, to the key to the mind
You will find an emcee
aches for life
Spellbound to carnage
Searching for a sign
In the downward spiral
Heart aches for life that's slipping by
Mind designed to find the missing
the emcee I thought you were posed to elevate the local rap standard
Instead you went and surrendered ya self tossing the Blackbannerz
You started acting like
the best to ever do it
Hit the drum for me, I’m about that Boom Bap shit
I’m never done homie; you should’ve assumed that shit
These autotune rap kids are
Shutup yo, yo, yo, yo
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready?
(You
you thought that you would never hear it no more
You should never doubt when we running word o' mouth
Be concerned about your health (let's go!)
Bermuda triangles and you will see us
We must leave dust behind
Emcee’s duck, deduct, revenue declined
When we touch down like
A Running Back’s grind
Can
face it, you should face it
I guess that wasn't a good enough reason
Kicked a little rap now they on me like a tack
Picking up the pieces not really
And the rhymes you recite are yours, not given
[Verse 2]
Sucka A sucka be sucka see or you talking 'G'
Or should I say pea brain no better yet shit-for-brains
Yachty, but not me though
Not even dissin', it just ain't for me
All I am simply is just an emcee
Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea
Maybe your
should've known, when you fuck around and vibe with this
There's no microphone, honey how I just collide with this
No need for an echo while you ride I just
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