In the game all these crews are different, these dudes emittin'/
Tubes of fission, and they know the youth will listen, it ain't no euphonism/
The truth is missin' and it's replaced by a vice bigger than any game or city/
Rainbows sitting on the angel wing, and as I pray to them opposers came to get me/
Kangols fitting on the head of an adversary, the path we're sharing, has me laugh a very/
Loud chuckle cuz these dudes ain't in the class of caring, they want the cash and carry/
On.  Homosexuality is looked down upon when they say balst a fairy, if I could I would sit the globe on the lap/
Of Atlas' Almanac, and call the wack out and describe the problems of rap/
Acknowledge the cat, I'm delivering flow from the region of the Phonecians/
To the east of Swedan, I'm bleeding pieces of dreaming teens kid/
Hide your chatter about spittin' fire before I put you out with hydro matter/
Eyes don't gather the sight of me, look, I don't sell crack like a chiropractor/
So why go after a rapper who says he don't rap and you complain that his flow is weak/
His standings are at 0-3, hopefully you'll learn something dope from me, and if I don't get signed tommorow I'll blow the globe in a week/

Leave the kid alone. Peep game... I do not smoke weed or cigarettes,it was just a picture I took in a facetious mood. It was a joke and ya'll take me too seriously

Aren't you tired of people loading your bulletin board with that s##t about be my whore,get 1000000000000000000000000 friends? Or, send this to someone else or your mom'll die tonight, I hate these people and their messages,especially those who do it for an hour straight every day. I'm gonna kill people (not literally). i'll delete them maybe.

This is for the song playing on my page, Amsitad by Trevon the Don

Verse1: (Trevon the Don0

Hook:(Mphamous) Oh my God, Amistad all us have on the same chains like slaves from the Middle Passage, they took us in a simple fashion, but that's dust in the wind little ashes, things heal themselves with time as the elixer, get the picture. (2x) Amistad...

Verse2: (Mphamous)
Aye Trevon the Don I thought it was only right to call your son/
To spit the facts about these wankstas who never held a water gun/
These dudes never spent all they funds, tryna surivive on the block gettin' beaten up/
When rent wouldn't cheapen up, the lease is up, they never struggled to eat enough/
They ain't seen enough, they was never forced to eat government cheese/
We loving it see, nah man we coveting these, beloved to a degree/
Publicly obscene, lifestyles of whites and aristocrats/
In this American melting pot we all notr fit to have/
Them. Neighborhoods mixed and matched, why don't we live on Earth today as it was/
Whites in Europe and Blacks in Africa, they put us over here and they badger us/
We the hazard,what? Well I guess since at the end of the night/
At the club, we fight and they read us Miranda's rights,the stereotype/
Is being played like, every black causes evolution through revolution/
I never knew with all of us living in destitution/
If I ever do big, things I'ma show you how I remain urbane hit by a third degree/
I get hotter than Mercury when it's hit by the Sun at a thirty degree/
Angle. I got that 'Nati state of mind, I never made a crime or had a stashbox containing a nine/
But I make lyrics that be staining your mind, chasing dimes, and hastening time/
Aiding the eyes of the blind, I've never been behind bars you know served time/
Nevr dropped bars of soap, but I drop bars of hope, you know you heard mine/
I ain't just making words rhyme, I'm making sense of the words you heard left before/
I'm infinite like Em, using telekinesis to move Coke like I'm mixed with Escobar/
I'm not a review of what you heard so far, don't believe me, man get your team up/
One of us is gonna end up in one body bag the other in one cell, like an amoeba/
Read up on my rap sheet, I'm known for expelling shards of phosphorus/
Into backs until yuo lost for words, get gause for cuz, there's no amount of money you can offer us/
Cuz you won't be stopping us, I was never the guy collecting mullah from exploiting females/
Cuz I don't need help from the slums to develop street cred, I ain't gon' say we dwell/
In the streets hell, if I was gonna do that I'd lie and say we got the best work/
How am I gonna rep a hood when the only hood I know is from a sweatshirt/
I grew up with kids afraid to say the S- word, I ain't grow up around pistols/
More like pencils, kick them instrumentals, everything around ,me planned from marraiges to dental/
Not form the corner where foes exchange insults, that ain't me I grew up with a mom, two aunts/
And a grandma, in a slum, a ghetto no lawn,the story goes on/

Hook

Bridge:(Mphamous) Under the hoods retina, so many families settin' up, they have had enough. Gangs in front of corner stores, Red and Blue in former wars, so amny lives pointing towards them nine circles. People and time hurt those who try to work so...what's the use? Keep working, you deserving to have three servants, the hood has other visions, the problem ain't utter vigallance.

Verse3:(Mphamous)
As the world revolves on this block I gain tales/
Stories and what not get lodged in my braincells/
Rain fails, to wash away events caused and fatal results/
These options don't fit our lives so we don't call on default/
Children looking up to all adults, who share some/
Experiences where guns was involved and they bear some/
Narcotics, in court they discuss hard topics/
Ocassionally stars drop in,not very often/
Oh no not them, these glamorous people of ghetto derivatives/
To the innocent citizens and denizens of the menacin'/
Ignorant corners of the hood, the concrete boondocks/
Where there ain't no air conditioner and they room hot/
Nobody's tellin' the kids do not, follow the adults they crazy and troubled as well/
All these hiphop youths can rely on is a taperecorder and a XXL/
'Till they bubble and swell, to new heights and move out the projects/
They willing to leave all sets,cliques and no longer draw tecs/
This is under the ghetto's eye aw,yes, where it's similar to Purgatory no noe knows where to go for real/
In this community where every dope boy drives a Cutless Oldsmobile/
Modern Amstad...

Hook

My mic is solar powered I just fill it with ultra violet rays/
So when I spit it for real I spit an ultra violent phrase/
All the smiling ladies, peeping the flow, seein' the 'Hov'/
See I'm keepin' the soul, reppin' the sowed/
And eatin' the foes, that's by day, by night I'ma superhero/
I refuse to fear those wierdoes who merely don't know/
I'm comin' out ya' earphones, I'm standing in front of you son(sun)  like a lunar eclipse/
I move stars and hence my moves are intense/

Check this out...
I ain't no clown, so you sure you wanna send me in?/
I'll just blast this fool with an optical beam into oblivion/
In 2004 I was sixty then, what I'm getting at is I'ma product of anachronism/
So you have to listen, to the dude who ain't from the past or present/
I'm passed the dissin', you using that same stuff from goldmic/
You ain't win there, the same for here, I'ma "handle" you like the Wrights would a broke bike/
But you so far in the past you won't fly, so get some braces/
And repair your face b**** cuz anything's possible in the Matrix/
Your album wouldn't bring you 8 cents, I know you ain't talkin' about facial features/
Cuz I"m from the future and I can see how they gon' find you, messed up from that ether/
Which can neither, be smelled or detected in ya' food, you gonna be found in an intertube/
In a pool with some lube and a dude, yousa fool if you thought you can school a dude who goes to your school/
No H8, yuo still my eho or meho or miho, however you say it

I'm just standing watching my labels grow like a seed I sowed/
In the field, now I'm just sitting here waiting for the money from cds I sold/
Gotta get my hot product out 'fore it gets cold, like a farmer, but I'ma foreigner/
From the corridors of the corner, where these young emcees often get seen by the coroner/
They tired of doing borin' work, so they stand on sidewalks near smoky manholes/
These vandals are often involved in scandals, drugs and hoes, and opportunites to get out of it ain't ample/
So I wanna thank God and those who helped me start rapping at a young age with a young face/
Getting produced by Burnz and rapping along side Young Thug and Young Ace/
So one day, I can roll in a Tacomi(Tacoma) listening to my Sony, signing our first femcee Moni/
Only, to fail... no we rap ceremoniously, and I know we the best, soI only suggest, you show me/
Love when I'm owning, you fools in a battle, but on a lighter note Supreme Dreams Entertainment/
Will never be caught in a project as lame as, raps and videos of these same kids/
Who claim they hot but they is lukewarm they is right out the tap,I'll just put a filter on the faucet/
Stick the rhymes out your safe back in the closet, appluade them cuz your proteges is lost causes

I'm getting sensitive again,ya'll saw my other two verses. Uh check it out Verse1: I met you on the bus when I was about to bust/ Decided a needed a girl so I said wassup/ ¿Que Pasa? I'm way proper, not ta/ Mention an album on the way, ha ha/ Just put your name in my Razr phone/ So you can text me and say ya home/ So we can engage in conversation/ I seen you and ya friends tryna chase him/ You tryna walk with a lonely brotha/ I was hoping we could talk to one anotha/ I wanna learn a...bout your friends, and family and what you like to do/ And to all them dudes who being nice to you, tell 'em to find a new/ Chick to mess with,you got a man now/ Tell 'em to stand down fo' they get ran down/ And how. It's for they own benefit, isn't it, nice we in this predicament/ Our love is infinite and as complicated as physics is/ It's too early to call you Mrs. You ain't even visit my home/ You don't know I grip the chrome, not the gun but the microphone/ You don't know that i wrote this song in thoughts of you/ You mighta been with lotsa dudes but they ain't give you nothin' to floss in, fools/ Don't quite grip the concept of a woman/ They don't like what's to offer in a woman/ They tryna summon, words too woo 'em for a little bit/ Fiddle with they emotions and leave in a little bit/ Little men, do this but not me/ Why they do it, you got me/ Probably...cuz I don't know just trust me/ Take it slow on the real what the rush be/ Verse2: In this rap game it's all about thugs/ But most these fans forgot about love/ Aw yea, ya'll was, acting like ya'll ain't remember/ The season of love is in the middle of winter/ The center, yea so now it's time to use that organ on the left side/ Of your body and uh February is here so this is the best time/ I'ma let my rhymes distort emcee's pictures of war scenes/ Call Cupid for full-time cuz everydya's the fourteenth/ To Andre 3000, these dudes be hounding/ Just to end up pounding/ (Eeewww!) Now then, I'ma stay for life/ You ain't gonna see me leave in the night/ Alright? Am I loving, faithful, shoot I'm all the above/ Oh yeah and remember I ain't forget about love/ Verse3: Yeah but the gangsta wanna beat it up on this day, it's the St.Valentine's Day massacre/ As it were, a criminal and I was a cop,it was asking, for it, but at a candle lit dinner my girl is taciturn/ I'm askin' her, what she thinks true romance is, "see it's when the couple spends time and they slowdancin'"/ From me there was no ans...wer I let her go and,"When a couple is together,she's an old madame and he's an old man"/ "Oh and-" I cut her off, wanted to cherish this moment cuz I loved her talk/ She got up to play some music, yea you know i loved her walk/ Dance time, she loved to Waltz, not seriously, but after that we was on the floor in front of the fireplace/ Her parent's were outta town and we had the entire place/ To oureselves, I was feeling long like the building of the empire sate, I'm referring to our relationship/ If our love was an artist, it'd be makin' hits or paintin' pics/ All this time I've been datin' chicks, I wanna Go! with you like Common Sense/ Whenever we text I land you don't reply I leave the phone on and since/ I don't wanna go on and hint, who I'm talkin' about, I just gotta say if you like this post it on your page/ If you don't, go on with your special little day/

Hook: (Young Thug) Up in the coupe, you know how we do, bullet proof vest on wit two guns drew, gats all cocked and loaded, sittin' patient like the style of the Lotus, we comin' to get ya'll for tryin' to quote us, we gon' drive by but you won't notice. Verse1: We gon' do thangs/ Hit ya'll wit' two thangs/ Crip like switcha move in like new thangs/ Noise like choo trains/ The D.A gon' look like who to blame/(ha ha) You can tell who, hear noise like click clank/ Trap or die but i'ma stay strapped to die gangsta/ Hook Verse2: (Mphamous) Aw, man I feel like shootin' today like I'm filming/ I will when you step out yo' building/ You'll get killed when your blood get spilled and/ I'ma be responsible for your defeat/ Dude who got you beat/ just rollin' past fast sittin' in the seat/ Down goes the window out comes the heat/ When the shots go off you runnin' like an athlete/ At a track meet, exactly/ It's gonna be prey to a preditor/ We better sir, we don't care whether you're produced by someone real/ Cuz all that talkin' is gon' get you killed and that's real/ Hook {Tell me what ya'll thought, this was written 2003}

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