So Now...

So now trying aint enough. you gotta conquor. Today rich aint sellin weed on the block, Its going out talking to people on the phone 24/7 doin eveything u can to jump over the ban. You cant just be willing now a days. you gotta be doing. Thats why....
Thats why I gotta 100x harder than you, 100 miles farther, passin and thing your mother or father eveer did in their life time, Just with my rhymes i gonna take it to the top never slow down and never stop, until the day dcome where i get popped, hit down on the ground like a rock. and even then im gon get back up and keep going. I cant beleive this feeling i feel like rippin the ceiling off. you wouldn't beleive how fast this shit was wrtittin, and to the other people sittin here are probly think of how much im spittin.
I was givin a crazy gift that makes me able to shift to verse to verse and i could even bust rhymes how loud while i snach your purse, but i aint that kinda guy, not you you could ever buy. No matter how much rye you give me. Cant you see? If Your better, will then push to be the trend setter. I'm the one that makes the girls wetter. So many that try to be all they can be , well im sorry but you where ment to be shit and meant to give up and quit. Im speed typing right now, Ill beat you down anytime, knok you out with a fat POW! yeah thats right wow, Im like naww was not hard, he just a fat cow. I tried to get the product to flow and yeah it didnt flow. Thts right i way that shit i admit my faults, but i was smart enough to to lock of my skills like a vault so i could unlock them all on your ass, lke a 100 ton mass, BItch you gon need more than one kast.
I play mens basketball, those fucks straight bout to ball , so much better they yall that just hang at the mall, We aint even that tall. No dis-respect but if you beef wit my i will not hesatat to beat your head up in a in a fuckin bathroom stall. comin from Honrby All those bitches know me, we raise staight up G's that pick up and take thm keys across the border goin right to the bee's. I want full power so i can beat your souwer guys, humileat and make em eat some shit pie, while i watch em die. all the while The un is still shining bright in the sky. This is some half-hour rap that i just spat. Destroy your whole family and when im done ill pick up your cat and eat em for fun.. how bout that?

Fuck Lil Biggins #2 he so scared so i creep up on you I yell out a BOO!

Google lil biggins,
You gonna get a fat fuck
Who got a record deal
He's a fuck who still go to micky D's,
and gets a happy meal.

The farthest you can get from trill.
Makin' homemade videos
He probably never even heard of any of the G-codes.
Claming he's in his rap mode
Put him in a car and I bet he couldn't even drive to the end of the road.

Verse after verse
He tries to curse
Claims he's real
While we see pics of him walkin' 'round town
wit' his man purse.

How can you believe that
Goes out and trys to leave advertisements of his raps
Under peopels mats
He rolls with rats, fake ass cats.
Rich bitches that are outta college
with their musical degree
They rap bout the broke life
When they got into college,
fucker cant you see?
They probably stop ever day
from the offices to have a cup of tea,
While they go to the park and smoke some trees.

So bitch to give this bullshit,
you must be to fat cuz bitch you dont fit me.
The reason im so pissed off is 'cause-
you are trying for this gangsta rapper
and it's wack cuz thats shit you can never be.
You're so fat
I could stick a bullet into you like a key
and unlock all your true feelings,
and your true meanings
about this rap game your trying to be in,
you can't rap if you never commited a sin.

I'll beat you in a battle
Herd you around your town like a group of cattle,
Bitch you don't even deserve to be set up and saddled
with all you equipment,,
I made it from makin fires with peices of
to being the best rollin around my island bein' fresh as a mint.

Get the fuck out of the rap game,
I can so easily get you "abissions" and raps so tame.
I can beat you anyday,
you may think you can go through your day
being all gangster or so you say.
Fucker your gay

So I go about Hornby to Courtenay, but I can't be compared to worldwide G's.

I'm goin full in on this one
like the spartans
Go and put my full heart in
Always keep my pen at hand like kin.

Yes you can go head and get it from your man
Because here you stand, henny in hand.
I'm from the west cost of Canada
Where the homegrowers and yawnmowers are from,
We laugh 'cause you are all goin so much slower than us
Dont feel bad because we are doin what we must

What we where meant to do
its ok little boo
Your left in your shit city
Like you're drowning in your own filth and goo.

Some say were no good killers
tThat make the crime rate go up
we just make money,
chil back and ask what's up?
Let me rock it to you,
we are like a pitbull and your a little pup.

The reason we all wanna die
is because we cant realize
The shit that goes on in these streets,
and meat and the beefs.

But I don't come from that shit
i'm from a small ass island where crack addicts go,
for a dream of becoming a artist and start to make mo.

Toursits come here,
to chill and have a beer,
on the Cliffs of Helliwell.
But fuck and the buck there payin,
The whole island is 'bout to sell.
Co-op and the gas bar are our "downtown"
thats the place where we all gather round,
so cold in the winter we fear to make a sound.

Come down and have a coffee at lix,
Bring some weed and blow and we will make it a mix.

So we can get through our day of work,
Dickin' around and diggin holes in the dirt and mud,
while we all converse over how shitty our bud-----is,
blaze it over and over again till we start to get dizz---y
We dont even lock our houses up wit keys,
or if you don't got one most of us just linger in the trees,
Every once in a while we get a new girl who is a bit of a tease,
All the sicko's that pay usually get pleased....
Since 200 and 3, its just been me and my self,
'cause all these kids and starting to be0
so depressed and stressed,
In my eyes their all failin' the test.

Pissin me off cuz life is what you make it,
You smoke weed and cut yourself while you sit,
in the smoke pit.
Keep your head up,
life is better than that.
Go out, fuck even go out and buy a cat,
and replace you're gat for a cat.

Bet thats somethin' you've never done,
ever look and stared at the fallin' sun?
While you know at the same moment
Someone is gettin' shot up by you're own gun?

No, your aint been through shit,
but I undetstand why you think life is like a frying pan,
'Cause once you get in you can get out.

So now Obama is in office,
we changing the world,
one person at a time.
While people are dying all over,
I picked up a four leaf clover.
Did shit gett any better?
Naw, life is what it is,
you gotta know whats goin on
and not go out and pawn you passion for a bag a dope.

Go out and crawl up that rope.
No matter how much it hurts
or how many times you fall back in the dirt.
I ruined so many shirts climbing it.
Fuck yeah you gon' slip,
and when you jacket rips-
you take it off and make it into a glove.
But if you fail its all good cuz if you try
You are gonna ply into the above like a dove.

Never give up, catpure and write down life like a cup.

So whats up with you and me? all your crew still goes to the P and E, So fucker cant you seen you cant fuck with a straight biggins blood like me.Or i'm gon beat you down and unlock your emotions like a key
Thats right run away like the sun in the day, movin into the night, thats the time when everything starts to get right, when most whites go inside cuz most of us are scared to ride. My whole day is fucked but the time when i cut, through todays bullshit,its dark and full lies like a dark pit. Fuck the styles, all the while my homie kyle said he stay trill, now he walkin round in skiny jeans, like he forgot what the life means. I dont go alone with these sences, they so wack like the last can of roten beans. I Got For Victory or death, fuck all the drugs like meth, cuz this world is just a test, to see who can go through the most shit, without the action to quit, The time will come for you to go, until then you gota keep true to the real flow, its all about gettin the strength to row, through the dark and gloomy glow that makes you seems to slow.

Most of yall turn to drugs, while i just stick to the fat ass mugs and sticking money under you rugs,You bitchs cant do this cuz you style is slow like slugs.
Watch out cuz we arnt afraid to creep while you sleep, so keep your trash talkin to yourself.
wit you fucked up clown coustume, fucker you look like a elf. All my homies wrokin two jobs, workin so hard they are runnin pass the mobs.
I'll set all your flows of like fireworks, what ever you gotta do, so get out of rap and go back to your office work .

Rockin it, we the best from the west, we look at you like flees--harmles pests, roming around in your little car, stank so much worse than the rest, like a little ant nest.

These are shit rhymes to me, so cant you see, Hornby Island makes straight G's that will make you get down on your knees, we infect yo ass like some posion fuckin bees.

Chill back and dont go for the night beach, Because right now that life is just to far outta reach

When the world dies and your lookin to the sky for a little somthing to satisfi your need for more, your need to go out and increase your sore, and your need to go out and get beating down to core.
So i'm livin life, So put away your knife and take a new rout and change you morals and what you all about.With out basic lines to bring strucher to day, you might go to the streets to find a new way, till the time comes when you get up and run, cuz you cant take it no more. done with the blood, the shit, the dirt and gore.It's the life of a man, to push on and make a new plan, when your old you slipps through you hand almost like sand, But what happens when all your food is gone and cooked up in that pan, It's everyday when we go to sleep that we make sure that me can get back up and deal with the heat. so we can go to sleep and not have to breath deep or hide away in the cold ass sheets...

when we cry you know that its real pain, not a wanksta who thinks his in the game. We have made our name, We dont even clam fame or try to be the best, cuz we are just trying to make it through the test of life. So if you can do that without having to pull out a knife to fight for your life or to stop those tears comin from your humble wife.

I congradulate you on all those things that you had to contomplate. Without a thing to take and make into a life, a life that can go on for your own sake.This here is life you tell me who choses what wrong and right, tell me is it that fright that you go to bed with every night that you wont wake up in the mornings snoring, but instead coverd with red, laying there dead.

Thats what we gotta go through, cuz we gotta make it to--the light at the end of the tunnle,And suck all the darkness out like a funnel, to remain the suttle person that you are, riding around in that car,With so many scars to mark the fight, we went through that night.

And these notes gon turn into songs, even with some wrong--musacal notes,but i dont care cuz its all about the way we ryhem and the stairs we climed to forget the times we got pushed down in the dirt without a shirt, even when i think back on it I just stared and sat back, while i died inside, but continued to ride.I dont know what happened i was just sittin there with blood on my hands, i guess i went to chase the grands, and fell in the sand,cuz i was runnin to fast, and wereing that mask i had always been,i commited to many sins i had to put it on, in order to continue with the wrongs i am makin, doin the jobs of Satin, all for the money that i should have been makin.

live the life you got keep on pushin when you get shot.and keep the wheels turning cuz when you give it all up, in the end we are all gon be burning

Chillin In The Day Time Makin Tight Rhymes

(intro)Theres been great rappers, young buck, scarface, geto boys, snoop dogg, Tobe$, Mac dre--There name will never die. Cuz little bitches like me are makin there dream---live on.
And fuck yeah, i'll still put your song--on the replay Cuz its all about what we say...

But still i dont see the faces So i go into the woods and cry Cuz nobody really cares bout the man who's eyes WHere blinded by tears and fear--cuz he knew his mom was hittin up while he lost those tears Yet the world went on soppin those dirty rap songs.

As my friends layed back took some fat hits from the bong Chilled back lisening to my song, Trying to figure out where the fuck we went wrong.

Runnin outta time to get mine.Tryin so hard but still those rims didnt shine.We all started out from the bottem, Instead of blessings we got these problems.Blinded by Lies,Held back by those tears Scared to death by his fears witch lead him to more tears.

after time i thought i was bleeding from ears cuz your screams almost enough to crush my dreams

.(This is meant to be palyed with the beat from tupac-changes)

I Still Wanna Die But ITs Your Time To Cry

Its Just How Shit Is... You fuck around, Your gon get ur head shuck in the fuckin ground, Then I'll make sure that none Of Ur "homeBoys" make a sound.

Dude ur wack, I'm new on block, and i can beat ur head in with a rock. So don't start with ur shit..or im gon leave some body parts in a little kit... on ur doorstep. Cuz im Ready... are you set? cuz I'M Bout to blow, you fuckin hoe.

So Don't make me Ryhme Like this no more Or You Gon be pretty dam sore and ill keep givin so much more.

I'm Thinkin about combinein these rhymes to actully get into the Times And put up some sings for these producers of mine....and then maybe even start to have dinners with some fine ass wine.

Cuz The stuff u spit aint nothin but shit Your best to leave it and Quit Jooba Booba, You fuckin fat, like a tuba, Dude your A Rat ill leave you splattred on your matt, Rappin little girls like a bitch. Your a fuckin decras, To the Human Race Anyone in a crew would Beat You With a Mace.I'm settin The pase, In This rap race.

So you better Write Your Wrongs, Instead of Hittin The Bong and writtin Those wack ass songs.You Got a Biggins Against You So Fucker You can win, No matter what you do.Straight thug in my blood,so Dont try and compare With Your Mic And You shitty ass stare.

Ur rappin is so fucked, I can leave you floatin like a dead duck, cuz you suck,You cant even run You fat like a truck.Your The only kind that should be put in a cell and get You head rung out like a bell Get out this game, cuz you sound all the same.

Dont Even deserve The name as a rapper...

Outta Control (first verse remix)

Its the Crazy ass biggins, B.I.G.G. I can't be touched fucker cant you see, if you fuck with me, MY boys gon leave you hangin from a tree while i watch it on TV. Cuz your wack you cant even pick up a gat, let alone try to rap.Hornby we all chillin at home in the winter time, Thinkin up some tight ryhmes to perfect for the summer time, Thats when we push down pedal and break their flow like water on metal, so dont setal in, With Your juice and gin. Cuz we gon come up in your place ready to sin....

(played to the beat of "outta control-50cent")

Grew Up, A Screw Up

You see I wanted to grow up and have a family and maybe have alittle bit of humainaty, cuz i was done and fed up with all this fuckin insanaty, It was just to big of a part of me. It was hard you see, to exept these G's.

Hittin up the beach, wit some girls as hot and sweet as a peach. So Then i dried my eyes, took in some lies. Then started to reIlize that this world was to big for a kid my size.

So Mom was right from the start....Grew up a Screw up.So i'm srung up on it like a old baseball mit, Using rap as a kit for these peoms and e-mails i writ.

i'm getting back at the system for all the true crimanals they are missin. See im the type of guy that still likes kissin and aint like them bitches dissin. See i'd have to write for 20x a mile to say that i got some style, Till then im still pretty vile.

I wanna be the kid that Grew up a screw up then hit big and blew up.

Everything i say matters, Its like im leaving a ladder, The only way for you to see whats happening to me and what im tryin to be. Im buyin everything I need, skippin the weed. I feel like im planting a seed for the next year, Instead of leaning on a mirror of my faults, Scars and Iron Bars, That held me back, But now i can see that.....I Grew Up a Screw Up, I was never suppoused to blow.

i Aint believing this shit anymore and puttin more blood on that scar, I'm gon Fuck up till i Put somthing out there thats real, and buy a real fuckin meal...

If You ever see me rollin down the road in a benze, tell me to hop out and walk with some friends.I just wanna make em all smile, and take off a fat pile, and maybe even dail--- up my dad tell em dont be sad cuz your son wont ever been done fighting and will always touch back down like a bolt of Light-a-ning. Going back to jail, well shit---you beter expect to be getting some mail and maybe even a little to put up for sale, and if he tells me i grew up,then ill let him i beleive him....You might have so much to say, But that gun lay, untill another day, Leave it till a warm day in may, when maybe we're all ready to say...We Grew Up Screw Ups.

Rain On The World

Pull your fucking cap over you fucking head so you can feel how i felt, When i was in the fucking cold.

Delivs and angels and just part of the face that we all show.The American dream, sprinting after some cream,

Till you wake up and its all a dream.I'm Askin to understand those things that where comin out ur mouth. In a house with a gat, waitin on the day for you to pull the trigger back.

But you aint gotta blaze the weed or go out and smoke trees. Or hit up in the kitchen, and what happens then?Bred to die? Well i be fuckin askin why. I will still Bring out the rye. Till The day i die is the song that be play then floatin up into the sky.

Bitch i photoshop them out because they dont understand what i be bout.Fuckers dont understand How life slips though our fingers like sand.But dont get it wrong cuz 911 is a joke and i dont even smoke, and let me tell you the whole wrold feels prevoked.

So Don't Quit as you can see im seein better days. So it's fucked up My friends and family keep getting locked in a cage, KIllin Them selfs with the rage.

But we locked up on the outside, Dying from the inside. But yet soon as they get out we all gon ride.......