Editted Rap Of Raps Of A Everlasting Dream

So what’s up with you and me?
all your crew still goes to the P and E,
So fucker cant you see?
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 retreating to the moon because done is the day,
movin into the night,
thats the time when everything starts to get right,
My whole day is fucked but the time when i cut,
through todays bullshit
and get ready to climb back on it,
its dark and full lies like a dark pit.

And now its pissin me off so Fuck the styles
, all the while,
with my homie Kyle,
said he stay real,
now he walkin round in skiny jeans,
like he forgot what the life means.
I dont go alongwith these sences,
so wack,
like the last can of rotten beans.

I Go For Victory or death,
fuck all the drugs like meth,
because this world is just a test,
to see who can go through the most shit,
and never put a gun to their head to get to the all time rest,
without the action to quit,
The time will come for you to go,
until then you gotta 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 your rugs,
You bitchs cant do this cuz you style is to fucking slow,
No compassion to get mo,
Watch out cuz we aren’t 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 .


If you like me and you feel the real pain,
Once you get to a point of depression you just start to go insane,
Just start keeping to yourself,
With the shit you put up with you don’t even complain,
I rap to much about it but it’s the perfect metaphor when depression hits and breaks your roof like the rain,
But don’t get me wrong there gon be a a new day with almost too much sunshine,
Like chillin’ late night at the beach sippin on wine,
Everything I got I worked for and I’m, paid and its mine,







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.