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Self​-​Handicapping Mixtape

by PJ4short

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Verse 1: Say word to elijah, these priors given to the masses/ I'm Cassius Clay clashin with Titans so fasten ya seatbelts/ Cuz shit gets real with a thin stomach, so whose the hero gon save me a plate?/ Misfit luggage instilled with intent unlawful, instilled in his mind to kill/ No thought sublime, since I skipped school, I've been a lost cause/ A lost dog with a tight what looks like I might slip, in Mike Vick's swim pool/ Still I use attitude regardless, the charge is murder, upon this beast there's a soul like my Addidas terror in exchange for gold/ see the goals to be told to the unjust, and amongst such you find success thinkin what fuck steered us wrong? Thinkin love, live, life, or somewhat/ I suggest, dumb fucks better clear the road, with a gun and a love for the funds and a drug make it numb to the pain/ Give a fuck what a Nun gotta say, better run, better pray that I front/ Can I stay in a frame of a mind can convey/ That a day comes, when the pain goes, when the rain stops, seeing rainbows/ It takes one shot to kill a dream so/ I sit watch see the same folks, no pit stops on this trip though, seeing they shit cocked to take aim, but I don't see em, tryin to maintain in// Chorus: I heard the preacher say......(Repeat) Now let the choir sing.....(Repeat) I heard the preacher say....(Repeat) Now let the choir sing......(Repeat) Verse 2: Do you judge on my past, rather than my motives?/ Why love never lasts, well at least for us but over spilled milk why concern whose fault whether mine or your'n?/ You do the math, minus the bullshit, divides the reason, equals karma, I forgot to add/ *laughs* Nevermind, if shyness conduced highness to standards, I can see you denying a nigga like me, so why does it seem to be more to it?/ If the issue is fiscal and I can't provide than forget who fixed you to think you above those means/ Than this lil thing we have can die, but I can see the tears/ In my mind's eye I cry too, if mapquest had this shit mapped out it'll be fuck me instead of I do/ To have and to hold be sad,or it bold on a stroll through a road less traveled, yet baffled I made happiness home/ It sounds good don't it? With this pistol pointed *gun cocks*/ I say my last goodbyes as love crowns it pray and only death resolves it's sentence than heavens only a mile away/ No frown I gave on the subject, this loveless matrimony in *woman screams and gun shoots*// Chorus (Repeat 2x)
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*Introduction* James Baldwin Speech Verse 1 Hard times got me feelin some type of way/ havin the right to pay, the system tryin to lift up, the hold they got on my license plate/ What I liked to say, or liked to add, memoirs of a righteous slave/ They denounce my name then kiss my ass/ Fear favors my facial features, in a cornfield, with a Korn feel, feelin like a freak on a leash/ this force field I put on til they free me/ Say a boss here a pornstar, or hermaphrodite in a foreign car, though he act polite, tryin to fuck us with low pay/ I asked him twice for a fuckin raise, with a fuck-you face he said *Deep Pitch Voice* "Not tonight"/ I wanna go nuts and scream fuck this place, I save hoes with a fuck-you cape/ Exchange clothes at the good will, my main girl's like a suction tank, to my bank account/ Ya see high school was daycare, I graduated to reality/ What the fuck you think I take care of myself with this type salary?/ I know it ain't fair, it don't baffle me, been 8 years since I smiled/ Or maybe it's just the atrophy, but okay here I go, from real far, I hope fakes near/ Comin real hard, enough to make 8 kids like an octamom but I'm an octagod with 8 heads eatin 8 rappers at the same time/ They say starve I say nah/ Cuz I don't feel ya'll// Chorus I find it hard just to sleep at night/ I think the reaper bit me/ Takin deep breaths tho I'm dead inside/ Taunting karma, hoping she won't mind/ If I fuck the world just three more times, tryin to free my mind/ I hope the preacher hear me (Repeat 3xs) Cuz I represent I hope the preacher hear me (Repeat 3xs) Cuz I represent Verse 2: From a far cry came a close call, I seen it with hawk eyes/ Although small, in need of a sure shot, so of course I, found a new cause for condensation/ Contemplatin suicide it could be the truist of lies that kills my patience/ In the backyard tryin to stack cards while in fact more of my problems stay intact while my deck collapses/ All I ask for is a picket fence and a condo with a flat screen, about five rooms and internet for the kids, investing my intellect with a carnote/ Though they hate me, still I fall for they embraces, yet they all know I do it for the love, the fame? Not that sure so I keep it moving/ From B'more to Largo, to DC til they see on MTV or that Park show on 106/ All I want it kicks for my babygirls but this crazy world we live tryin to fade me, could be any worse I ask/ Kiss my ass, just know who said it first, and know who said it last and I know what I say hurts nigga// Chorus (Repeat)
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Verse 1 (PJ) Since cousin Timmy been pushin I've been puttin poetry in motion/ Hopin to get a second look when I'm performin, more like Norman than normal/ Far from farmin, I'm foreign to these accolades, I act insane but I'm partly just carnal/ Every night and day with a life at stake, a vampire and I like the taste of sarcasm/ It seems we're all laughin til I shake the place and they all caspers, now they fall fashion is displayed at wakes, somebody call the pastor/ Maybe I should just change the pace enough to make it satan's theme/ A religious atheist to the pancreas and angry as two frantic devils, a massive level of anxiety I tried to be but at last this pencil gives me closure without a diary// Chorus (PJ & Drex) They don't understand right/ See they don't know/ They must think we just playin right?/ That's typical/ But while they thinkin this, we just kill em die slow/ Cuz it won't be long now, until everybody know/ We got that five mic status (repeat 4xs) We some superstars boy/ yea the illest, yea the baddest, and it won't be long now til you see we got that status// Verse 2 (Drex) I've been busy tryin to make a name, for myself, tryin to make in the game/ I've been busy dealin with the pain,Said I've been busy tryin to stay sane/ It's been pourin down tryin to stay up out the rain, bang bang in the streets no Witherspoon, no this is not the Wayans/ This ain't tv, this is me, this is why I'm king/ This is why these other mothafuckas cannot stay the same/ Lyrics are sulfuric as acid burning your spirit, disaster a massacre to anyone who comes near it, hear it, fear it/ Tryin to catch up cuz I go go go, never catch up cuz they slow slow slow/ Chasin that cash cuz I wanna grab it, get at it build with it like play-doh but// Chorus (Repeat) Verse 3 (PJ) Ya see I backs my shit up, with constipated conversation/ Kind of blatant when contemplating dominance, the livest nation couldn't tackle my ambition/ Bitches and dominatrix stand no type of chance, though I, like to dance, with no hesitation I step/ Maybe I'm just too anxious, I'm tired of waiting yet decline my statement to tell the world, yeah I'm the greatest I guess/ Now I'm debated amongst degenerates til heaven sends me some kind of angel in flesh, yeah whatever/ I love glory but the pain is better, sleet, hail, even hell I weather/ Any forte on a poor day to the court-case til the day I never see the sun *laughs*/ As I run to the bass drum, til fate comes and stops my reign, no better umbrella can phase em, yeah// Chorus (Repeat)
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Introduction (PJ): Hey baby, I know you want it/ I can tell by the look in your eyes I find something/ You fine duchess, how I describe our ties but don't cry/ I'll hold you tight as prized luggage/ Ya see, I know you deny, but you don't mean to be mean/ You just lack the means to find meaning of what lies among us/ Ya see I got what you need, I possess what you are/ Our attractions breed madness but I'm glad its with you, so I look to the stars// Verse 1 (PJ): Hey let me tell you sumthin, my lust for life trust enough despite/ What I feel for you is consentual, I'm just a friend to you, til you become my wife/ I suggest ya tongue go [down]/ Or behind the wheel at the turnpike, know I burn bridges so I urge bitches to savor the moment cuz I'm a turn Ike if you play with my emotions/ We a designer feel, thats authentic I got time to kill, you got some to spare/ Best come prepared with a box of pills or [Call Tyrone]/ To get you some cause I'm not sharing mine *okay I'll give you one but that's it*/ Let's make this last forever, or five minutes in the parking lot, no we not tinted whether dark or not/ Could give a fuck, be cautious why?/ I'm a put it down with the windows up tell the bartender I call the shots of absolute, the truth with two molly's in it/ *Fuck I think I lost my watch*/ And I don't even like drugs shawty, you my only addiction, pretty high and tempting me longtime/ If I'm a dickhead than I should die of syphilis for speaking my mind, still I'm inclined to give love to ya/ Now would you be my mistress, I forgot to mention you baddd, now what's ya name again baby?// Chorus: Stop playing you know I want you baby/ *Want you baby, I want you baby*/ Quit fighting you know you need this love/ *Need this love, you need this love* You say you want forever darling?/ *Forever darling*/ Well I just want you for the evening/ *For the evening* (repeat) Verse 2 (Kenny Corleone): Some call it ego-boasting but yo mind is open/ Let me finger-fuck yo potion shit I'm out of lotion/ Yo curves, that body used the whole body, got class Claire Huxtable, role model/ Head over heels, nobody can stop me, a pictures worth a thousand words thanks to IG/ Beautiful with brains is yo id, I'm dreamin God forbid I get pinched like an IV forreal/ I wanna bearhug yo thoughts massage yo brain/ Feel my body temperature throwing thru yo veins/ Face of a Goddess, body of an angel/ Gettin to the center of yo heart is my angle/ A piece of mind is what I owe to you, two seeds in the jungle, I'm tryin to grow with you/ And blossom like two roses in the garden/ \now take them panties off cause I'm starvin// Chorus (Repeat) Verse 3 (PJ): Say you wanna rol' with a master/ Ask how I hold it down like a padlock/ Backshots we go til you pass out, cashout on the pole, to ya dad's house/ Then we go, centerfolds never hold, never last/ Send a rose to ya door, to these whores you the shit but to these fags you a mess ma,you a player to a mascot?/ Yea, what I say not a damn lie, ask how to the grave I'm a cram my/ Feelins on the page, spades in the glass, date-rape in the drink, do what I say when you pass out/ I'm a give you all I got/ One shot of this cold cock, no cops needed when I cuff you/ I'm a love you on the first date, no need to ask my/ Intentions, pretentious, pretending to love you/ Well I want to, but I rather just fuck/ So its either fuck me *If not than fuck you*/ I come thru than its two-gun shoot or like gum shoes we stick, in a daydream but when you come to we can actually plan ma/ Or whatever you want do/ What you want do, two plus two equals four which means you got to be crazy before we make this baby/ I best chew my food when I'm eating that pussy, you act fussy, I guess this ducktape will do/ Understand we must make this move baby, plus we can't lose// Chorus (Repeat)
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Introduction Verse: I don't know why they keep coming for me/ Shit I ain't do nothing, but become a monster, so tell me something, what makes you better than me?/ See I ain't seen nothing, but let me tell you this, fuck it// Chorus: Temptation lives in my backyard/ While karma knocks on my front door/ I make it easy it ain't that hard/ And everyday I fiend for more/ And I shine like porcelain to these haters(Repeat 4xs) Temptation lives in my backyard/ While karma knocks on my front door/ I make it easy it ain't that hard/ And everyday I fiend for more/ Verse 1: PJ better know I get it/ Say a nigga the truth that's no lie, oh my they cosign with a catchphrase, clone mines, at best they/ Say with similar biblical dialogue, go figure that's typical punk shit, better come with, yo best unless yo neck is what I'm a come get/ now the cats out the bag, this dog on the loose, at the crack of yo ass, fien' to crack at yo ass with a strap and a mask/ fuck a rap in this booth, they prayin' I'm kiddin'/ What I practice ain't bad, what I pack in this bag come intact with a mag and it's packin' a blast from the past to the future, losers/ Got me packin a mack in the form of a rap in the back of the Ac now you faggets are frats suckin' asses and askin for slack/ Don't ask me for shit cause back when I ask for a shot all you gave me was gin/ Now I spaz on the pad I'm the man with the pen, lookin' sad as I spaz on the mic, get mad tell a friend, homo// [Deep Voice] That's the sound of the beast callin' from a private number though most won't answer/ I'm mister know-it-all yet still I wonder why they won't take me serious/ Deny my hunger, shit makes me furious, now they lives I come for, take precaution// [High pitch voice] Spittin horrid shit, I was born this sick/ As an abortionist, in an orphanage/ Tryin to horse this dick with a saddle, dismantle your entire force with just/ One line be it one time, now they want mine/ But I wasn't lying when I said it's war, now prepared to be frontlined// Chorus: Temptation lives in my backyard/ While karma knocks on my front door/ I make it easy it ain't that hard/ And everyday I fiend for more/ And I shine like porcelain to these haters(Repeat 4xs) Verse2: Am I suicidal, even you and I know the consequences of this corneal piece thru this stupid eyehole/ seeing all this senseless shows of Mazaratis and Marci Lagos, partly I go/ Insane though I'm outlandish now I'm fashioned to damage this fuckin' slideshow, of sacreligion/ Though thru broke times I'll crucifix em, this constant feelin' it's lunchtime and this tapeworm got me kind of slim/ And I don't mind these obnoxious victims, hip hop has givin' me leeway and I got to piss em off/ fuck, shit, ass, bitch, pumping gas on the freeway/ I'm freebase to an empire, you won't last in this relay of wits, tell the dj replay this dick/ fuck this party/ Alright everybody, hide your children while I flash these nuts, I'm past broke tell my track coach I'm running low on meds// [Deep Voice] By the wages of sin, I became famous yet remained nameless/ From the labels that claim free in it's own right/ My most known plight ceases the stage of misunderstanding, now I disown life, and it's all your fault// [High Pitch Voice] I live by the standards from which grace abides/ So don't you dare excuse me of manners, I managed to erectify, those less than I with more to gain/ Til' no more remains and I've exercised these demons in my head/ You can bet my reign of terror won't end// Chorus: Temptation lives in my backyard/ While karma knocks on my front door/ I make it easy it ain't that hard/ And everyday I fiend for more/ And I shine like porcelain to these haters(Repeat 4xs)
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Chrous: Backseat trippin, you like it don't ya?/ She get me high just like a vulture/ She got skills give me chills, got me open type thrills Feelin ill losin focus, so I/ Stroke her in my loafers/ yeah, yea, yeah/ I stroke her in my loafers// Verse 1: Checkin her demeanor, I mean she meaner than a Gena mix with Ike/ Turn her out I'm a beat it like a bad child/ Or Mike Jack, Van Dam, I might add/ She the sickest, flickin' in all my pictures, gifted with good intentions did I mention she's a vixen/ Positioned from the back with a arch, comes addictive and highly exaggerated so what I did was tip her/ Here's an A for effort, shawty flow ridiculous, name yo taste and pleasure, I'll be yo prescription/ Your forbidden love hate it whatever contemplations you take it knowing that this feelins indifferent but hey/ Shawty with it, got her mind blown, hit it past the hour, no matter time zone/ No need for a receipt to say that I own that pussy, ice cold// Chrous: Backseat trippin, you like it don't ya?/ She get me high, just like a vulture/ She got skills give me chills, got me open type thrills Feelin ill losin focus, so I/ Stroke her in my loafers/ yeah, yea, yeah/ I stroke her in my loafers// Verse 2: Pardon my manners, but skip the camera lights/ Gettin high, I'd be damn if I, ask twice/ Sounds crazy be it candid my, intentions, if it's clear take advantage ma/ You get the picture? Livid kisses my wish is you be willing got me trippin when lickin toes and titties/ I'm addicted even if my, sole intention is nut, so pretentious/ Still I couldn't give fuck, of who you are baby, unless you mine/ Couldn't give a shit but give it time, given pleasures you would mind, this forever to be ours, to have and to hold, nah I'm lyin/ Still the truth is you the baddest with me, but skip the adulation, give me ass and titties/ This is my right to have is it, than let's see what happenin with it// Chrous: Backseat trippin, you like it don't ya?/ She get me high just like a vulture/ She got skills give me chills, got me open type thrills Feelin ill losin focus, so I/ Stroke her in my loafers/ yeah, yea, yeah/ I stroke her in my loafers// Verse 3: Quit playin' won't you dance for me/ Quicksand, split stance no hands on it/ Give me kiss don't pass on it/ Give me kiss don't pass on it/ Ain't had it like this since the tenth grade, cold crush, no cuts on the first date/ No guts no glory oh boy why shawty got to tease/ I'm kiddin'/ Why you trippin fixin to call me later/ Quickies is only ify what if we just call it fair just give me all my desires, I'll give you what I can bare, or leave me with no remorse, believe I wouldn't care// [Ha] I stroke her in my loafers, yeah, yeah/ I stroke her in my loafers, yeah// Chrous (Repeat):
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Verse 1: I'm just a lone wolf astronaut, I brag a lot but it's anxiety that fills me/ I past the block of my iniquity, it's history/ The cash I got was just a loan from the devil, I'm asking God to just forgive me/ I've been a jerk to pass the time hittin' chickenheads with a hint of lead and a massive cock that don't fit/ Fuck them bitches, I'll fuck the world instead/ Hittin my knees but prayers not in the plan, ya see what I really need, to set me free, I plead but no choice is met/ See my girl she''s a fiend for love yet I'm too cheap, I split the bill at Mickey D's that's why she left/ And to be honest, I don't give a fuck, I give these nuts to critics, what happened to that boy in the back he's finished/ He's now employed by the house of pain, you kiddin?/ And this ain't daycare, these kids don't play fair, fly flexin topless in a cockpit I got picks and she's no Pocahontas and I'm no John Smith/ I made her mouth into daycare, it's shear ignorance with a pistol in hand/ I'm ready to die or should I reconsider/ Damn, or should I try and be a lil different, a lil gifted, with an over dosage of prescriptions of Tylenol/ With iron balls I teabag my enemies, all the way to rehab than I relapse/ As I recap the better days with a heat-rash on my asscheeks from hot shit as I speed crash into a parked car/ BUmpin the beasty boys rickin a plad shirt, briefs, and some knee pads/ tryin to get free gas/ Fuckin a store clerk, at the same time schemin' on the whore's purse/ See I freelance when it comes to these deeds, that means anybody can get it,pause//
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Verse 1: Broken-hearted, in love with the pain, I elope with the scars my dear departed/ Shot a dove in the brain just to hear it cry, just to see it die/ Shot a plug in my veins tryin to cope with loss, use drugs to ease the pain though without remorse/ Give a fuck what you sayin' this how I feel this how I kill/ The emotions above hopes to stay afloat in troubled waters when I awoke in hell wishin God revoke my sentence/ This my repentence, ridin' this carousel/ Too impaired to tell what's joy, it appears I fell for the worse// Chorus (Drex): One plus one equals two, that's me and you/ But what good is that if you ain't even gonna be here/ When I get thru to put it on you ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhhh ohhhh ohhhhh/ Yea I got sumthin for you, sumthin brand new/ And all I want to do is give you vibrations/ When I'm in you, til you can't move ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhhhh// Verse 2: They never called me back/ With my flaws and all, I'm appalled that ya'll would think less of me/ I never lost the job I'm still here with a cause to cross that bridge the gap/ Between fault and false, it's a given fact that the art of law is to take adavntage/ Grippin my balls and all, I knew this would cause some shit, claiming they all on my dick/ I'd die if ya'll weren't lyin' G I try but ya'll too fake, too artificial, my arts official/ My calms too hype tho you might want to recall the issue is truth and some can't take it, yeah// Chorus (Repeat): Verse 3: Po' boy, made a name thinking Mozart/ The flows art, go insane if he quit now/ Sit down not a chance I can't chill now, chill how/ What a shame if I slow up, show love to the kid when I perform/ I woke up in the fastlane, I blew up when the cash came/ Til my dreams get realized I'm a still try for the thrill I'm gonna go in/ Til the feel dies in the field I go to war with the world, yet I still rise so fuck with me/ I said fuck with me and feel my rage, rage, rage, and that's real talk// Chorus (Repeat): [Deep Voice] And I just look up to the sky some days/ I'm alive I say, it's no surprise I may/ Be endearing as they hear but I cry no ways/ It's my pride some say, and I reside by faith yeah/(Repeat)//
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Verse 1: Breathin apparatus sporadic cause I'm an addict for fashion/ Fasten my sneakers to meet, fiendin for Gladice at night/ Speaking on matters I might scoop me an actress/ Madness all I'm packin despite this medication/ I got relations accommodating charisma, two hot Jamaicans in vista, I got to make it my mission/ Yellin hi hoes in a rented Tahoe, my eyes closed tryin to find a cliff, I'm fly as shit/ I got a nac for this immaculate adjectives written backwards is, huh, I don't know it just sounded slick/ Pitchin acronyms, swag-jackerless hittin backwards flips on the microphone in my zone doing magic tricks/ *This is the end skit* Pop the clutch, a hundred bucks I split a wig/ Could give a hundred fucks if you motherfucks don't buy this shit/ High as two pudgy sluts after a tummy-tuck, seems I'm in a rush for destruction/ Jesus grab the wheel/ I woke up drunk by a dumpster truck, abandoned by a mansion thinking what-the-fuck/ I'm askin for a bathroom , at the door ended up taking a shit by the mantle/ They dialed 9-1-1 so I had to make a run for the window but the shits closed/ Still I fuckin jumped, off the second floor, now that was fuckin dumb/ I broke my leg with a slight concussion then I woke up in the hospital bed handcuffed, I don't remember nuffin/ If I never flunked out of special ed I'd be the president with pinky as Lawinski or maybe superhead/ And feed em sudafed and cookie crisp, you stupid bitch to think I never used a gun, now look at this/ I suggest you get you one and common sense/ I'm Rico Love *They don't know* when to quit/ Now everybody get back and grab a seat I'ma need some advil and a bath of bleach/ And bring my casket please and a box of condoms I'm a be fuckin dead til' my cock bleeds now watch these nuts/ In the end no motive might be found, if it is I don't think my momma might be proud// Chorus: I'm on the run for my life, now momma see me go/ Revin' my sex drive without a vehicle/ I palm my balls since three years old, you see me hoe/ Playin' matchbox// (Repeat)
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Verse 1: Buckethead Skeeter had a blonde two-seater, two liter filled with gas and a mask with two heaters in the trunk/ Fien' to blast him a block or two, cops could do a damn thing seeing his last name [yo we gotta move]/ Put the gasoline beside the mask, what he got to lose?/ Boss just laid him off and his fam just ran out of food/ Seems the ants live in his pants, shawty got the moves of a smooth operator, hot potato than it went [kaboom]/ Operator, operator, we just got a dispatch, seems a bomb just made a mess of things, fuck is that!?/ [He got a flamethrower] He's a maniac, crazy as this jimmy breakin' in his momma pussy, I'm like [oh my God he's lookin'] my way/ I say run, hittin everything tryin to dodge, though the idea crazy, chasin' me is kind of odd so/ Over top parked cars, ducked behind a hydrant, shot flyin' by so I jumped inside a pizza shop/ Seems if I could just make it cross the street past Kanesha block, I could hit up Flash [yo pick me up]/ There's creature, facial features of a human you can call it what you want/ He got a heater big as me and you and throwing bombs by his leisure,setting fire to a block, almost burnt my sneakers/ I came this close to dyin', pussy ass nigga lookin bad with his crooked ass/ Came with body armor and a cooking mask, tryin' to cook a cab but what took his ass off the deep beats me [fuck you lookin at!?]/ Oh shit its him.....*tires screech*// Verse 2: Philosophies come short of what Socrates ever pictured/ This gots to be some predicament, or misfortune/ Forklifts couldn't lift this off my psychy, its frightening but I can't endorse it, if Spike Lee had an answer for black on black violence/ Still I kill a nigga go figure with an intent or stigma, given that a nigga tried to torch me/ It's unfortunate, yet I'm alive, what's with these guys these days, sheesh??//
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Verse 1: My heart flutters every time she sits, tho hard acknowledging this feelin' I feel is killin' my soul/ The plot is thick, plottin' with a pocket full, while my optic lens gazes at yo physical/ Huh that's why I got my friends spyin' on you/ A mild activist of good fortune with a good portion of styled practices/ Of when your attention is all that's left of me, especially, um/ With your manner of wild magic tricks/ One day your here then an array of smoke makes you not exist, still I got a thing for so I imagine this// Chorus: Lookin for solace in this bottle/ Duckin' the pain in the rain/ It seems I need a better logic/ I know that you don't feel the same/ But can't you tell that I want you?/ But you don't even know my name/ I don't mean to sound gay but.... I think I love you// Verse 2: Day three up in the gym again/ Time to get it in, workin' my biceps set three feelin' resistance/ See the concepts bodybuilding while this hot Brazilian chick doing squats next to me/ Ya see my mindset aiming to score so I approach yet my conscience feelin' funny/ I ignore it and proceeded my conquest, to greet her with stout tryin' to see if she bout that magic/ Ya know my nuts disappear in her mouth/ I mean it happened so fast, we laughed then hit the showers but before I smashed I seen a bulge in her pants then I was like I'm not gay/ She pulled em down to show vagina and the bulge was a 380, I was astounded/ What I get for misinterpretating, we flirt debating on a baby but in due time, I'll make the payments/ So tonight can you be my loftily wedded and tomorrow you better be the one making me breakfast bitch// Chorus (Repeat) Verse 3: As I read the rap report I attack some quarts of whiskey/ Feelin' tipsy and pissy as two flirty Labradors chasin' Lawinsky then I'm/ Returnin' back to norm in the thrift shop jaded playin' the flirty Macklemore/ Eyin' this piece at the register, I got a nac for whores in retail tho I don't buy the lies they tell me/ I advise her mind of what cries inside not healthy so help me revive what died/ Then she tells me not so, well can I oblige you with a pot-roast?/ She said not meat/ Ha I said you got jokes/ She said nah I got a feelin' ya feelin's are sincere but only time will tell ya hear?// Chorus (Repeat) Verse 3: Skip being sentimental, I'm bleedin' unless it's mental rendin' me unconscious why bother to vent/ I'm fearful no harmonious grip, I starve partly I'm sick/ At heart I'm narly and party as if Chris Farley was here, my Saturday nights the livest/ Shine no diamond compares, grindin' til no one prospers I'm a problem now they probably in fear/ These Kevin Cossner cocksuckers flock to plot, dancin' with wolves til cops rush in now they polly with queers/ But when it's time I'm revered to be the greatest and hated by competition, debative not complimentive/ Degraded the scars incentive, I'm famous I hardly meant to sedative to calm my mental/ I take em to keep my temper but shit, I can't remember, even the time of day/ Semen's the crime that pays inside of my momma laid a king bitter for change yet sweet as a marmalade/ Tho poisonous I often gave people hope, apart today/ Tomorrows not promised the logic is pain being honest I get em without a conscious with clout/ I pondered to conquer hip hop, I became a monster if not, inane the fondness for props keeps me going I'm flowing til all of the stars reline/ So be it my recognition gets reconsidered reliving my downest moments til I arose to be that nigga/ From Prozac to a pro that's scriptured and focused at the goal at hand/ No on 'll hold my hand as I go in//
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Verse 1: I bait disgrace with an aftertaste, as I write this/ Hate displayed in my passive face, fate displays my ego, I face the phase of my sadness wait/ This is only the first day yet I can't explain why I act this way/ See my passion is where madness lives by accident baskin in ill intent laughin at myself screamin help happiness/ Fade into the blackness, jaded off the cadence that which caters to my flagship/ I'm full of raunch that's no lie, play games to the grave , I know I/ State claims insane I go by/ Fake names take aim you go bye/ Paint planes with stains you all die, take pain the same I do not/ Give a fuck , give it up tryin to maintains inane I say shame on you motherfuckers/ Tryin to come at me like I'm crazy, paid 80 bucks for this hatchet so it's my fault that they slain/ Shit, this what I was made for, from the slave-ship to destiny, my worst enemy is something I came with// Verse 2: They got me quarantined. for puttin poison cream in they pork n beans/ My poise it seems poignantly puttin pressure while these voices be, fuckin with me non-stop/ Its to the point my mind plots, on a course with a force, for the choice my nine cocks/ Tell the nurse my rhyme stops when nine cops with bats, a cat, two nic-nac-patty-wacks and a pine box come to make me dinner bitch/ It's bout time I get a new angle since dancin with the devil/ Plannin for the time I revel with misfits, two counts of crime on this limp dick you asinine and my interest is two laxatives/ Hot shit on these acronyms DOA but I lack the feel, it goes down like jack n jill off a half-a-pill but she on my dick/ Graduated when she fucked the princ-iple nipples all on my lips/ Now she want a kiss, that love-shack shit just sucks to spit/ Tough rap bitch, I punch, slap, kick her punk ass/ til she unconscious then I finish the job/ Seems I'm in it to rob but of course we tend to lose ourselves in thoughts and mines kind of deep//

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released July 18, 2014

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PJ4short Baltimore, Maryland

Growing up in Baltimore, MD, Patrick "PJ4short" Bean was introduced to hip hop at an early age and never looked back. His infactuation for music by the likes of Nas and Eminem proved most dominant among his lifestyle, yet it wasn't until he fell victim to Kurt Cobain's Generation X supergroup Nirvana that he began to formulate a style of his own. He began to wow listeners with his raunchy lyrics. ... more

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