Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Epistle Whipped off of the album Da Libel Bible

Gotttta realize. I write dez mad rhymes fo a reason
Won't hear'm from ma lips cuz in da hood that's called treason
And biddies know I won't take dat chance
I type on ma board n i get in a trance
The beats in ma head the beast in ma threads
No slander, just libel
Got my eye on da FEDS
I'm a ruthless assasin but i got a pure heart
Won't pull tha triggah unless y'all give me a start
N I seen a lotta shit in ma 21 years
Ya, I'm a burgla, we all got carreers
But i neva been charged wit no B&E
Just an open door n i take what i see
So you'll see ma slug in da editing room
Can't get nuthin on me,been D.P.G. from da womb
Backspace Backspace I change da names
N you'll see it in print, i aint playin no games
Spit da truth like some suckah tryin'ta run from skid row
While ya up in yo crib wit some pimp coochie ho
Just know as I drop dat I'm a selfless poet
N if you fuck wit a playa, beez you betta know it
I'll pen yo Miss Demeana n I'll wrap it up nice
But you n I know, this shit don't happen twice