I smile with ‘em cause they see a drag-and-drop,
23 I remain on the top-dog’s table I don’t flop
Cause of the A-K and hate of Mr Cop
From blocks I drag-out Dracula like I’m robbing
A famous pawn-shop,
Motherfuckers my last choric hop can’t be on the
Black crop; I ma hustle till their horrid system decides to stop
Let my lil angel enjoy her pop,
I stay high and I’m addicted to drama
The poetry, ganster-rap past-master I invite disaster,
No more less Karma, the tricky media gotta be afraid of my
Black, vibrant pasture, my only freaking neighbourhood gang-gesture;
Y.C.S.L-You Can’t Say Later,
This is my code and I’m doing better
The bitches behind my jingling rhymes; I do it to kill the hunger,
Cause true metaphors can beat-out jealous of a sucker,
Don’t be a dumb ass motherfucker,
Addicted to drama,
Wanted by the drama,
Situated in the drama,
Promoted by the drama,
Lifted by the drama,
I’ve long seen the plan of this gutter
While I was still a supply-teacher for all my niggas
Who suffer every 5.0’s torture,
My diction packed like bullets in my glock,
Ain’t no way the politics be winning every ruling stock,
I build my own gang block
The new dominion remains hard like the black-rock
(Gunshots)
Bang! Mafia’s lock responsible for every croak,
They say block your opponent but I love to fight,
Picture my sight; I’m targeting the truth’s bite
I’m addicted to drama cause my mind is always right,
Black! Blisters blistering befuddled brothers and real blokes
And I’m here with my blood-lusted, demonic blood-money thirsty
Emotions,
Son of drama!
Don’t be on a frightened list
At least stay in the midst while you waiting for me
Nigga pass me the scissor,
My respiratory system starved as fuck,
I need a blunt; it’s a natural feeling
The cops afraid of my fierce verses, poetical bases,
Truth masses; I’m just a trouble maker,
I’m addicted to drama.
©lethal
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