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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Candy Canes Lighted Washed shirts flow down the lanes Everyone with brains explains this And arrange Sets for extra met that treasure pleasure center Drugs called Candy up to Thugs that branded shut I landed strut the cut what you want I sunk it dunk it Plunk! Hit the trunk and get the Guns for funds To rifle through rung this as a done wish Your stock plummet if you cook it off it shook it lost it look it I book it to the crooked flipped it nook and cranny with the ran heat Down the Street to the beat I track meet set off with the pistol shot I fist full of cotton boxing softening with the law ring wondering These dice I swing and shoot Pollute the stream on a murder scene It’s all eyes seeing and they flee then I recommend Speed end the Trees and then again smoke Weed to ten speed Like this deed title feed for survival I bleed from the rival liable To get inscribed with the heights I pull types that trigger squeeze with ease
Bird flights Life in knife fights to stab up Get a grab up to the nab cut that rag front to back jack some sat I roll stats on victims sick in the Drug War stick in The done poor within the hung tour the floor as space of the Ace I place the taste as defaced for title Homicidal threat murder bet we get wet on Water I serve a slaughter taught your core was War as you thought more I store before the fact as rapped up The sack struck you back buck the map tucked away As ray as play with the fade that sprayed all over the place I’m a bullet Ace as laced with the Trip taste as flipped Take a sip and do it to screw it in the Dragon Get the bag in the tag then the staggering benefits Of Drugs ever since
I’m Buddhist I drink Water as oughta loft proper higher to fit the fire inside To ride the glide of the supplied With Drugs for the mind behind the lines as times squared In the air was the DARE program as all the straight kids failed spiritually Spiritually Dead I red blood as Thug drink the kegs as keg runs split the edge Off the ledge I study Sutras Buddhist flew this over cold shoulder I shoulda told yah that martial arts are hard to learn as part of the burn I churn in the lesson learned for the turn twist exit earned I assure that your blur was word up In the truck you get stuck with a God as job to the fog of the mind I’m designed to climb out of and ran down it land the scout the mission For position I friction six in the mix then with wicked to kick it bend The ticket I expend the bic flicked to light up the Joint on Point I High Anoint send With Ganja you should have a choice to smoke it lift ticket to kick it on Legal then
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Posts: 3,067
Loc: Seattle
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You should be allowed to grow your own Ganja proud of your crop I copped a cutting of some stuff with buds with the sticky resin Lift you to Heaven on Earth for worth as thirst for creative burst I’m cursed with the merchant illegal and see through as people kill Ill that with a hat as speed black as feed stacks of tracks With Ganja sacks big as backs of of the sector for mic checka One two three down on a knee and bleed on the scene with the Meth lean I spit a blue dream as crew team was on beam with the candy painted gleam It’s just like this Cream I got shot over for sorted through recorded grew it distorted I went to court hid the evidence as lens bends this light for insight scent Of skunk funky Indica is old to me I want Sativa Tree Grown in the jungle all humble with Mushrooms front too as fuel for crew To stew I right in it do the thing different I spin it and lift the prison of mind Blind as decision behind the vision I recline
Slipping off Sipping soft liquid Water I drought for poor as War skid into the more than bid I make extinct the sink in the blink of an eye I hit it shy to lit it like Eye I blipped as skipped the dry spell as hell intel for they fell I rebel as I sell product All off the law and raw cut as flaw as shut the draw was a front For the brunt of it all I call the name as flame in the rap game Twisted aim is the game remains the same with the come came Like that fix the flat is six strapped the mix you match and latch on Attach as an act of savage black as night damage in flight I bandage up ran it cut the plan but but I handle the scandal I vandalized and still thrive like steel wield peel back with a sack Of magic I scattered atoms as I rag it to bag it in plastic
We got Cash And half step Fully Auto murder represent this Out the bent flip that and mix Trips Into Psychedelic been through that As I flew rap blue black Back hand you true as dap I screw map says I sacked up with the maximum A kid got Ganja lungs and type to Pull the plugs on hyper Like windshield wiper I wipe them off the Cypher Get the mic to burn Churn in it turn with it split digits It gets cold in the old gold Sold! Rap checks cash fold the bills stash I told crew to drew it so I blew stacks And murder perhaps as further on the burner
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Street Credibility You got to be ready to dump heat Murder heat up the Street Heat pull some heat and murder further compete The turn into the service crew Waxing new on and off like boss I cycle the toss it Psychedelic lost in the relish I embellish all the jealous Profess to manifest bell rung As sung one stun with Gun I pull it out hum I brung a Pot lung From wayback so I chill with straps Stay black and fade into crack cocaine max I light this like stacks I mic check 1,2,3 Murder on Trees but I breeze through Psilocybin bleed true as file in it Pay heed to the crews who true to Street Murder in the Street heat compete and beat Out the route downtown as found ground File it down in the lounge As I serve a sucka pounds of Pot on the dot With Shrooms I max a lot So I sack up the stock locked
Shrooms Who could enter this? It’s censorship The dead did flip corpses Trip The sorcerer lit I morse code blip of course road of hard drugs toll to smoke a bowl I lit the skull up I fiend to bum rush the cut like sho nuff I cycle hush the rifle Silencer so I could flip the mile it blurs cycle learned The hype pull up churned The mic burned I Trip so I’m lit I strike a match fit As type to cash in flip the stash and I will in for the children To get filled in Real speed ten as bleed men Psilocybin pay heed to the rise in the stripes of red and white I seen the type
Code Green All Grass relax on the scene No Triple Beam needed no speed did The Weed hit the mean average was the team spread over the cold Short as court with a War torn sort I lifted the report with sifted through vision blew up All through cuts what’s up I lighted the duct that truck the Ganja in to begin The cycle then I might pull as string or two like this Blue I likely flew in I ruined to the tune of three years the fluid I screw into the new breed like this type seed I busted the hustle succeeds I mic this bleed it’s priceless The device heats threats release once I flex In the stream next you just might guess the Psychedelic Occasionally I Trip to Drip the Rays of the Sun the blade all be to me Weighs a ton like see that Gun We likely tote from the coat I ripped it wrote all they flipped it vote Against Methamphetamine
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Loc: Seattle
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Eye Pie solve All around revolve around Psychedelic Gong Fu bound for Stoners Sun Showers balls as showers fall across the Straw Bales of Hay Ganja play in it I like Shrooms and light did it tight with ripped it right to flip it bright I might excite the writing of the fighting monk as sunk I done it dunk the plunge under Water Often with the softening I cough into the thing on One Wing I tight ring Gold as fold I turn Platinum Cold I rap and won The battle rhymes so many times I shot lines up I spread the crime up yo time’s up I signed and shut The caseload all relayed race rode the face of it told I exposed all drug flows as shows I right in rows line up foes here it goes Gunshots go off I’m like the boss paid the cost I flight and lost sight of the blind behind the mind I rewind and bleed See into with Weed all drew maps as blood caps and stacks of cash
Lefty Left Hands A Yo Scram Up the block to talk it out with about to rock it shout out loud I found downtown I ground and pound for the town to sound like now I’m hype Rewrite stripe and mic like the psych might light one Ignite Gun come from the Bud I rap not mud as I relax and flow cuts up a glance I damage chance By swift hands manage bags of Cannabis
I roll em up and party the spot out to flip a lot of rounds I found Meth down in the crib above with the love still as fill back drill that All chill now around how I bound I type to scrounge up the hype Light that shit type to frown When I spot the pound I lock around the clock as shock a flock I bite up the stock with writer’s block I likely mock The meth head as half dead with the Strap Red Guns are Meth language I bag it up and tag it with the flag wave as brave Behave at a rave with no MDMA I light is spray to fight it Right wing I’m lefty with the left hand breathe not to deceive We receive all the cheese in tight skis I might catch a disease to rap up these fleas bite
Made a rope and then Broken in I drink Water sink into the tokes with fill All top bill as cycle chill I mic still up to real cut but Strut that as shut rap Coming from the back like thumbtack I Soldier cold as drew as fold true as Blue God bless you I rescue crews as fed drew back and slew All dead in this into the been true as kin pure Folk as choke will it wrote to explode and soak All broke will in cope with the dope explosion I rode in the told to stroll then cold when I’m bold I recycle Gold all type to Trip get a grip and flip birds All relax and say word as turned into turns I burn up the learned strut as sho nuff as cut what’s up Is the struck bucking back buck It heats up a War to the core as relax on the shore I wax to this pure as unmask like the cycle flasks of Hash Oil
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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I can’t wait to chill! We ain’t chillin’ now until the cycle downs the mic pull up grounds
I lounge in the Pounds in town Flipped the down dripped it Water around dipped it into Spliff as Trip Cycle the mic pull up trick the bike and lit I type to type all the shit as mic up the blip on radar Stay the hell out of dodge as the cycle robs the mic pull up jobs You need 1 head as fed Then they dead and can’t strap like the Feds Yo relax I chill and max Tax the crack pipes I might like to sight until I flight that’s ill I just try it like riot to buy it supply it I fly hit the diet I got the buy it then high head I rap feds for dead as bust spread the trust You can’t will adjust back cap fill and thus So crews thrust bill and trust the fact as rapped up My sack struck the back bust as Mac-10 I max then chill raps I send I might chill bled as hype drill the psych I pill form as norm With the warm wreck you storm into the flew that With Blue rap I got the screws to jack up the trap shut as black but The attack stuck and fuck shit up
I’m about to Hawk And walk and talk on Smoke Ganja Pot born from sore numb I bullet hum in the face I pull it come taste The full clip Murders thick in words that split Spit out the fresh Ace as you pull up taste Weed laced with something Fuck that shit I ain’t fronting I want the pure Ganja Herb as one thing My Gun ring when I smoke Methamphetamine I sucka on a team who beam I murder clean and on the scene I don’t want Meth as seen and heard I step Mean what I said that bullet’s Red with Blood I from the cut and fuck shit up
In a Truck with the shit tucked you out of luck When we pull up it’s a hit Soul as quit the fold through split spit the Bullet Fit into your soul fully auto stick into your rocks glow Fiending for the Pot Smoke
We move Chi through Like G Crew All bleed is fool as with a tool that Speed Through All I need I drew through a Ganja Cigarette and Jet Don’t mean to half step I murder threat on anyone who get In the way I move Chi every day I like to play Tai Chi As riot speed Pull up and smoke all the Weed I pull shit pay heed As Bullets make you scream And flee and run straight out the scheme I got a magic dream And it’s as bad as it seem You made The Green Ganja Illegal Bitch you see through I make you read the bad news My heat flew across the tool get tossed After the hit cold shit I cycle it the fit that’s tight knit I might just twist one I never missed with my Gun I get pissed when people come And try to dictate on how I hum
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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I can hear the Dragon Talkin’ out of chain Out of chain I switched lanes and got brains Mushrooms maintain to open Spoken soak it the rays as I blaze This isn’t LSD or any Trees or anything This shit is a hinge squeak That make you seek the truth like sleuth I lit up and saw a Prostitute Rock this shoot the breeze I saw Drug Deals and Thugs that bleed I practice Bullets Seeds can’t match this I write it from mind fist practice Crews try to hatch and lift I attack on a Spliff after coming down Off Shrooms I seen a round shoot and the ground I execute The operation from the Space Station I ripped it ration Shit that stays in the playpen All remain then to the brain stem I spit it up mayhem Went crazy then I got it the craze and end To bend this made done played The Blood Red as Gun Spread The reissue for this issues I shock it To box with I stock Set on the Block I jet up lookin’ for Hawks Ganja sacks balk at all the assholes Who try to trash my Gold and Platinum
Drugs aren’t for money Drugs are freedom like honey seed in the run Street Set off I let the boss loss Lose his cost and all the raw product A gang gets shot up over flags hang I sang a rang out with my man down He been shot I was smoking Pot Forgot about the time and Sunshine I scored a dime and flipped it rhyme That switch hit in line You could sound different By given it a lift like sickness Trip this Mix and you kicks it off like sticks Magic sticks that rap Gun tricks That habit rinsed the Dragon I tag on walls brag on balls the wagon That draw main attraction Just a fraction caught satisfaction I rap a sum for habit from the sack hit the lungs Then brain I be talkin’ like this stain Blood Red in the head that drug’s dead I seen a code exposed with the lit toes Hangin’ over rows of seats I Set off the track meet with raps grease The tack creased the sack wasn’t free Like it should be G
An Acid Tablet Dream Come cream with the lean Grip it I stick it up like a robbery That got to be a lock on G I won the lottery and stop and see Some top some spot A lot got a Glock rocked it cocked My Gun talked so I flipped a Hawk Smokin’ Pot I got a hot one From some Sun I run to As my Gun drew down All screw around until the Pound Click I seen a crew thick with Acid Drip Rains Purple Blood Stains and hurt you True as names grew true as flames In this tight with right I turned on a light I seen at night I took flight off heights did it right’ I seen a sight I just mind over matter Scatter all over sat in the chair Lost in on air I tossed the weapon Scared never so I lever lost the sever head off With blades in the shade like this shade This raps remain like matchless I track hits Up and down rollin’ Spliffs Tight knit I got lit and type to scroll down blip I seen it sit and think So in the pink like an Ice Skating Rink I blink
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Hollywood
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All the plots needed Pot Stalks rose from ground to the Sun bound Done one sound like round I’m in the lounge sippin’ Crown Royal All boil the Hash Oil with the flame I coil Lit the same as the soil I toil away each day at Gray Haze Sun Rays for days light this sprays tight All over says the lit kids with Brains I in the As with the maintain that I stain in the drain like rainbow All filled the folk with hope this isn’t a joke I soaked it to load up one Gun I Sum of the roll of the drum that come from War I got some more rounds in the Gun I’m down To Gun Down I flipped it some town I lifted in I sick of men and the den with the lens I bend the ends off the send caught that raw strap Like sick I saw black and tic tac I mix with the raps I maximum Hung one sacks come from someone who run I true as hung Blue as stung Lit one rung like a ladder I master the matter Like plaster I’m a disaster to flow roll after Suppose the laughter captured the fact you’re An ass suppose I close case and lace Light into Outer Space Mics I chase
Waiting around the station No relation station break in the skate then I take ten and flake off blend the rake down To the town light this round up From the ground up turn the sound up Mic this found I duck into the bush Don’t get mushed by a bullet to pull it Back like a sack I light back as tight Max as might relax I’m the type to ask When it’s hype I strike with the like I trust the hike up the price roll dice Flipped it twice make naked advice Take it splice wire into fire for bacon To take in the frying pan crying land I’m trying to brand all sands of time as rhyme Copped a dime stopped up a lot of line I mopped up picked the crop up to top off I went soft style for file in the lost file while I profile flipped a smile into frown Light this round I like this round I type to stay down when in town I might just down strike a pipe light My mic light lit off some shit Flow with it hold onto your hits I float with the coat and the hot grits vote For a spliff to toke
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Warfare Don’t make the click in the air and get scared Tear through the bear blue sky as high as try it I sign it like a reclined Trip I’m in my mind all behind the lines smoking dimes I crime criminal Each individual is a minimal amount that counts To the Ounces and Pounds I got ground for a case to Ace and take place I seen your face you look shaken I bake in the Sun I hum the tune I sung under the moon Much too soon I bust a boom! Straight out now late now I take you down For the Crown I lock it shock it to pop you on my Trip My gob is thick like wad I’m a Crip Soldier fortified inside I ride the diamond in time and I find in the crime end Criminal minimal with no self defense skill I get ill on a posse can’t stop me like armed robbery I clock it and G I pop you on Ganja Trees I rock in the breeze On top and I sneeze I busted a skeeze for sleaze Wore it right off the cheese I flip degrees And plant Ganja Seeds
I’ve got the dirty, stinking creek With the Green Bud that leaks drugs all over each speak like brother Another master hasta chill or ill I rifle with the skill My mic pull up at will like I seen and still do I real crew bleed like this proceed I might twitch bust a hype switch you see a glitch In the system I miss them all crisp and around town I seen em down Veterans I floor the gas and core as it pass the door that open Spoken true as chokin’ on brew I license grew All types of shit I do is martial I’m not partial The full on gone battle scarred with magic wand as job Hobble across the Water I caught yah distorted as recorded Flipped the cordless ripped it dipped it all for it to trick six in the mix I light the clips I mic up the Trips I like to Trip and psyche still in stitch like I’m Mike So I fill up the pipe for you I’m the type that crew in the no clue when I stop and pop your shop I’m a lighted Glock nonstop I shock the flock I walked around the block Gun down and Gun Talk from all around I heard a sound so I hype lit rounds in the now lifeless I roll dice Trip the Ice thick you type trick to mix the blood in the money For Gun Heat I serve the warrant on the Street Defeat as half beat raps sheet
We the Meth Connects We got Caps open with no joke in the system Like prison I seen a vision no it was written that shit stick in Like blade in the shade these raps played for days Lit it sprays all over the place the Ace hold down the sector To check your reflex poor I Trip for next War No Stress i been there before I ripped it tore Twist that fat cat up to ladder up the cut with guts Eating Pastas a lot of I clock some dollars for the collar got the follower to swallow up whole On a roll I clock the Buddha Gold Indica I smoked so much my toke is all hush in the bum rush For the trust that to struck back I’m on the map with Shrooms yo got the gat In rooms I chill All synthetic while I check credit I read it Up in the head split jack for a sack and come back I seen two real straps Perhaps I max tonight I relax right and seen the flack in tight I move like light in the groove that type to smooth out I run a ruin out for doin’ shit downtown
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Hollywood
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I hit up a big sack of Ganja While stomping through the drama stews Sipping rainbow colored brews in the multiverse for thirst I like this rehearsed I type that works my mic never jerks I perk up and puff Cycle with the nights that fully lit on that Ganja shit I don’t quit I type to fit up on the stick in the back with the hand has in jab Poison with the toys in so I flip entrance avoid the sentence Back on the bench then to skim profits All scene in this off it I got a herb cough and I’m raw product that saw it Law Tripped my Grass is Trippy that ass heat up on the OZ Plus I spark Trees on a mark disease I Tripped the art and squeeze the trigger Figure no bigger in the game that’s my swig your takin’ bakin’ in the rain With lit brains we all can’t complain about the lighted up names with blades Hit it stay lit and fitted I rap up Tripped it Cat that fixed it got the thick end of the exit to flex hit I hit up some Mexican Gold Ganja cold rain I chain up in the lane with lyrics that sustain My Gold Brain remain with reverberation Ice caused a sensation in the nation with one tucked on vacation no relation
When you step out on the Street I hear the gunshots beats to thump not bleep I dusted creep as I busted a clean sweep Pulled out the weak and unskilled they got caps filled back until The sacks of pills Pharms for alarms and even lucky charms cereal to the spirit blow in the wind I got the thing it’s big I tight with the swig of light bright I want a real drinking song Can’t we all get along? Ball follow hum the drum reverberate I skate on a plate to date with the greatness I eight up shit to the break up with first that fate is checkmate But anyways late I Tripped a date with a kid who slid in Beginning to spin in the big think for some ink I turned him pink and got the kitchen sink I do dishes wishes that the bitch is back Cocaine
I play a harp to the Blues music cruise through hit the skate Back as eight ball I create call the plate spin install To the heaters I make major league with military fatigues I back this breed with the facts on the Ganja Weed I top as speed drink from the red can as need I cop some Pot and stopped the shot up the product All I saw was jaw drop as I pop fools I got tools yeah and all that shit BLAM! Squeeze the trigger to Iran It’s my jam on the man I soul sham like fold BAM!
I cold in the rain as blood stain mania take over the drain as Soldier I thought I told yah I fold yah right up On my bike I struck as hype new to the rough as mic I trucked on psych I vegetable read it edible as the dead you pull up I full up on the Soul to Soul roll up control in the cut to hold it stuck You run amok and can’t handle heat I vandalize eyes when my fleet Doesn’t have the disguise I’m bleeped and out of reach I’m deceased lead crack as creeped up I got you Street Struck on the heat you buck
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Hollywood
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All by their Gods were stunned Thunder from the underworld to the Heavens Back and in check In full effect now I release a break back beat with the Tech BLAUGH! I write a wreck up and respect the bled out the head type fed stuff I’m handcuffed all max enough rap gets you to tuck one Wisdom what is Sun? All like this mind numb Come with a license to chop up bricks of Ice and I lift I like to smoke a Spliff and really twist that hit that mix match Variety I got a Gun high at me pointed a joint did it I got rid of the six Disarmed it and bitch smacked the harm get from the armament I’m attached as wrath I light the gas in the past I smoked Grass That was a few minutes ago I been at it slow all relaxed you know I flow from below with the cold churn All cycle they never learn until they burn
I rolled in the grams of snow All blow all soul is gold to hold it there I fold through careful You catch a bare Bullet in the career I pull it up Sold my soul and duck Creative smashed the plate over the record date skated I max and braided hair came through rare I scare a fool with a tool who isn’t cool I light his drool up I fix his mule I spool All the fire hit higher than on the wire I seek to fight read you your rights word As mics first for thirst quench back on the spot and flex Rewrite Sets and mean to jet from the place with my lex you get a taste
Brave at a rave I popped three E Tabs live and made My line tribal I spoke from the Bible just as a child called my name in flames So I lit brains Explains why I lit came with the range over the strange brew All rearrange who blew I flew into the stew to mix with crew I light this like who? I roll dice twist I beautiful miss the future for a suture I cash it to the boom! Door kicked down I spit a round at a clown with a glance down I light up mics spit the Ice for the nouns and verbs Rewrite subject predicate and flex on a President My resident evil was see through As I bleed through illegal and still chill for the sequel
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Hollywood
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I dropped a Water Casket closed on the opera Suppose I should have shot you on my toes Lay in woe As glow all hold sold that Reroll rap as my Gat sat on the map with the trap I write it BLAP! As the beat slap I master math Create Cash out of ashes My mattress flipped the stash with the grasp the clips and task Tripped I sipped the bid was to do a hit I seen and done shit how I run it I’m from it the Sun lit My Gun bit into fools I rule in school I flight for fools I diet on a riot pack the house quiet Don’t even buy it unless you fly spread my mic blood red Just like I said
Packed bales of Hay for sale on the open market To spark it you seen my mark on the packaging That’s exactly set the scene Yo what’s happening? I slap box up the talk from the flow flock Roll red dot the patrol caught another Brother like my mother almost
As I shot close to the border I order sorted through crews distorted I contorted and raps poor slid it mortuary Scary to some like Gun I type to never run from the level hung off several charges I dodged the market was my target to spit an artist lit Off my product I lock shut the Ganja game Set in flames An MC cold came with the name
We could have a good Trip All souls blip on some shit the product got sent The lock shut made a dent in the drug game bent on the flames Everyone needs it my name is you read it Breed it Ganja make seeds with a large operation Back at the station the cops did play sin to take it All I do is rake in dough and flow Act like you know I should my Soul to roll like this My Ice is with the twice spit the device lit I rocked it shut in the truck fiending for bucks All I need true is trust in the dope cope on a smoke a toke Frequent you be the beacon of hope Smokin’ makin’ rope chain Chill with the brains Light these on Meth you insight skid the right with the violence I silenced my Tech and catch respect chill in the wilderness I profess to pass the test and not flex Rap X on the spot I’m dead off some Pot Yo
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Hollywood
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I’m a junkfood junkie All links on the beat that run Street Glocked a pop that lock max I trapped a sack up in around it I pounded down from the Crownpiece to around decease I shot some grease Soldier sold on the feast I bold to East Coast My beat most dope Broke it float into the coats I smoke it wrote it with it Give it the digits cold as bold as sold Gold I rolled killed the Soul to Soul fold For hold on the game you need a chain Rock it touch the brain Cock it back and blast turning fiends to ash With the stash I cash in I’m not a has been I’m an up and coming Gun running thug hung in the game with flames Stunning with one thing with One Wing my Gun Ring
Next of kin Bloody wedding I’m getting in it to Gun threat where you least expect Air out the flex on funk master Disaster came with the laughter that ceases All deceases it’s a Trip to skip Everyone indeed sight this blip On read my lips No new taxes I back kick that ass with the fiend to Fast as a basket case Trapped in outer space with no Ace of Spades Rewrite blade tracks on decay in fact I don’t play I relax smoke a J and just max Flipped the hats all seen as crew stats up in raps with the backwards Pimples all dimples wrinkle what you think through You stink and drink brew all a link crew with drew back So the Gold Taste and I fiend to blow case Relace the judge at the trial In denial they hit it file in do the Wild thing Sweat a mile scene the beam spread All over and you deadhead Soldier bled into To go to court through distort I got it ordered I’m already sorted in the morgue with shit I get to light and I’m lit Paid with crisp hundred dollar bills and scene on chill and not ill
In Outer space place Take steps on the Lunar surface I burn Trips and earn skipped the record Infect it with the reflex X off the spot dot to plot for shot up Rap some product up Good luck I fiend to flow for bucks Kids just clucks Speedfreaks What do you expect with a Drug War in checking black market darken it I been up to park it spots a lot and get shot at I scheme a raw rap to beam All night in a dream I had the keen insight To fill it fight up just might white out I been about the route Seen a mouse freak a down since I clown rinse my frown off I lost the cost with the tossed shit Pistol standard issue Go blow your nose with a tissue This you could get into In the Mercedes Benz movin’ slow with the glow
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Hollywood
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Intact Bust Back I seen a weed whacker Cracker bit off a snack burn all relax churn I split the backs and burn Lighted frighten them within sight and then In the State Pen Corrections I reflect in the West Winds of Wings that spread I’m half dead Release a track red As sack medical I threatened with some bullshit I seen a full clip spit I type to strike for life with the bullet tip On pull it back and cap I need a Ganja sack! To come back on a track Change my Cap My connection with Herb is my reflection superb Flip the verb Write it like lighted turned the spot on dot Plot to call the shots and rock up Product saw that law code of conduct raw
I smoke a lot of Pot Chocolate Wax could darken thoughts from Sundrops into Gumdrops As my gummy hops release the drops I lesson taught with the caught you up you sought raw Product to long duck the corn rows as death shows it’s face Ace in the case take a taste make it great again Recycle the pen the mic up dead structure the function when you punch in The clock all in shock around the clock you could bleed as talk Got them hot on the dot for the spot to heat up Beat up and smoke all the Weed up I seed shut my seed but I need tucked Guns to rewrite Suns I frighten lungs My tight plug rubs across the toss Gun into hot heat from the Street One Love on this beat I tight it for glow each roll to teach I folded all Gold on my hold was sold Mics I told the tale on as a stale wrong cracker actor made his match core With my sack I went to War on tour I fight for the floor Ice and I ignore the high price with the device Death comes the rest I suggest you be careful out West with the Air Pull Up vest bulletproof MCs pull it shoot and do it fluid rude with the bid True as Meth slid
We got the MDMA tabs Sex jabs up the track with lex lack I best back in the nest knack With crack cocaine blast I wrote the map for drugs in rap I soldier with the gat as old as tack Strapped with no glow of lack thereof There you scrub Rubber a dub to plugs thug I mean mug and get the scene dubbed I beam lug the team across the sea Bug all twitches for riches Mix the mistress with the trigger itches I switches up the style with no profile Fit and I’m the Golden Child And extra smile For every pile dial up the crime call As I rhyme ball Get my mind tall As recline ya’ll Split the wine crawl in line brawl Lifted gifted with the trick 6 like bitch Means a lot to dish I tight a list right as fist I mic up missed that scatter atoms flip The drips off I risk law as saw seen in a dream Why I’m on the team Syndicate Gleam We get tortured for some Cream
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Gold and Platinum Chains Lanes up in Brains that caught fire I lift Trips to bisquick I trick rip the flipped digits Ribbit like frog in a mind’s fog All like this like smog I turn the cogs Wheels in my mind Behind the lines you blind Waiting for the Sign to Set On this rhyme I jet In context I bomb fresh And ball All like this I crawl Get knifed it’s life’s brawl I’m the Soldier to call
I got flown in the show All Drug Rhymes as dusty roads crimes That fold 9s up I make a 8 Ball Cut As weight you struck by I’m fly Get the knuckles buckle under pressure Catch my lecture In the sector I never flex I wreck Get respect in the X Trip All heads flip I light rip The tight to sip My mind’s lit I rhyme on some Shit I get blinded on bitch Sniff Cocaine like Rogaine I flip it like propane stove explode All chill like this def mode All bill wax and fold Drill until I kill for $100 bills I mic this up fill up The tank as I shank over bank You get spanked over the head You half dead And max is whack red As blood instead
The Golden Bell Elixir Ran thick Trip Stick to your story as born Heat In the Street I meet up Dig your feet up from under you Heart attacks chill as Black Sack up to fill in Rap Drills People run away on the Street As I stroll down now I’m locked in pounds Showdown All across Town they know I’m the boss as I Raw I Law Crowned Downtown signed and sealed Wield the Weapons You half step the rep I readdress all sets in this flex On hammers Smokin’ Bammer I jam your sand up I land in the cut As a Weed Bust I read the trust as I bleed thus Make mistake no lake you catch fake as I break No mistake I break cake out the weight off the plate For dinner I ate rate off the slaughter I hate Rip this shit offa Take One
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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I chill for real as old as Platinum is to me fold Up the children when I reeled in Big Fish Like comedy skits I laugh shits out my head as blood red Murder for the Feds to lurk in the burner I turner of the screws you always lose I always bruise Dent destroy bleed rent a toy as you breed My Mic this Seed Up The read out dial said I went the extra mile on file While I flip the style I got tea liver bile React stack as blind in the max Island of Sand Brand me landed to the tank G Heavy Weaponry we catch a lecture be reflecting Constantly I bomb on P like this tea I drink think I brink of The link was a thing that does the weak in the knees drugs On things like that is like rap I max out the cycle to hype pull up the lights fully I got that trap as bomb back the exit Reflect back connect it Hit extra Trip for extra Flip I’m tight I take a sip of Water as shot off your raw there I lock a law are as you dare yo be careful
Grow your own Mushrooms You choose the kind Makes you blindness There’s no risk with Shrooms or Cannabis You can’t die but you can fry the Shrooms All like this tight this In a light whip I seen off the Trip Skipping Flipping We double dipping some LSD doses we got from the folks it’s A different Trip I light it real thick as rhyme rip I type to slip on my clothes that blow in the wind As I tight this reminisce about the bright lights I seen in flights In tight wielding hype I flipped the Meth and ripe for Dead I’m a Hashish Head I wipe off your blood said as I cut the Feds I buck through lead sprays all over the room as Dead as Ace Screw one on I hit the Bong And Trip We don’t sip we do the real shit yo
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Hollywood
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I copped some Herbs from the apothecary Including Ganja I bomb on and on run guns and funds For tundra I under number as slumber Caught from Thunder Makes you wonder Get that number Yo! And blow up Hit the Show Up Dragon Gong Fu makes MCs slow up You get that toe up Rip the roll in the cut I kick butt! I kick that ass I passed class I flipped the flash and made a dash Thanks to the Herbalist for some Magic Tricks I take a hundred licks off some shit
Light into blaze for days You crazed Hit the Sun Rays Gold I hit Water sold as falter told at the altar smoldering cold ring thing My Soldier bring the Wings I tight this things I gotta fight height as right ring menace the exit wound flesh and consume I’m blessed I shocked the rest and fresh steps into caress I extra Mexican Pot journey on the turn heat up The Weed stuck in my brain Now I’m lifted like rain Get it explain the wicked maintain that lick in it to Trip it I sight the ticket I’m a hype different reflected on the texture that lecture Seen the lead born as warn for the dice roll Porn as ice cold I split a mic fold that and Royal cats toil with gats that spoiled In fact I flip some oil all coiled snake and bake in the Sun to rake in Guns
I make Cash Easy stash keys in the breezy Every time my Chi rhyme with seed crime is chrome off the flown heads As Soldier Soul Dead I colder than bold as the hold on that sold rap My Gat I got a license ill in this twice and for real I slice in some Mandarin Oranges I scourge of flip I kick the shit out of a dick I stick a trim in this mic mix up the Dragon All I tag is Weed One I got the Gun from the Sum of all the parts I top charts I read in art for mark as martial to get a carload of heads To jack you chill up whack your ass in the plastic scene of Green Bud All we need is mugshots Pull up plot on the Pot we never got caught seen it ought to breathe through I beam this true as my Weed just grew an inch I drink Herb Teas and rinse ever since
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Sometimes I feel like copping a Key Of Meth Soldier all night slept the next day as Sun Ray wake him and make him pay Through the nose all I flipped in flows to tippy on tip toes here it goes We roll souls Make the goals and bake the folds off I rolled soft tripped it Gold off I cold off the stock market shark bit I might ingest some Shrooms yet I get new moon no sweat I ride witch’s broom bet I shed a left and right arm arm the farm with light charm I’m tight in the barn ignite into harm done I seen alarm rung heard in numb my eardrum So fear one of the here it come steer red rum All my fled the fade as Grayed I tight this played until I’m lifeless Meth is priceless to hype flip the dice get hot and shot all night All night flights I’m telling you shit is tight as fuck
I drink sugar Sweet Tooth All I reach for in the booth I got juice I cook gooses and loose sweat the toothless up in the cut I’m ruthless Duck the punches and crunch heads As blood red as Thug said that with the Vietnam License I chill like Ice and I slice in arrive alive I shock the dice roll when my mic’s cold I heat it You can’t beat it the sweet thing all tools ring All the fools sing with the crews need Wing I shoot through boot camp and Golden Lamp the amps off champs Creep like Vampires I shot the hired Guns up From the truck with a thump my system pump I had to light up a chump I bumped his muffin into stuffin’
Trippy Grass filled the Stash Up My last cut on major Shrooms cost me shoes up I do the crews up I smooth struck and buck off Lost the raw as saw awful I sight the saw full pull it tight I just might strike on a Mic While I’m in the light with keen insight I’m bright I smoked a Glass Pipe And hyped it type to flight gone Low Straw in the brah Got the law up to solve I revolve called cuts into brawls I shock with knife up I slice up Take a life cut the Stripes Blood and White love Like a morning dove with a glove up I rub raw in the law from the jaw sum Of it all run the Crenshaw Mafia What’s stopping me is G I lock it free to pop it I cop it an OZ of Shrooms I’m lightning
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Hollywood
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Eye My mind locked On raw diet With Water just try it Raw plants creep up the champs Then Amp on the Fast Current to burn it up Fire the might get higher flipped it for the type of Lifted I biz quick as sick I got the Trip I mix the sticks up with wicked chuck the dick pluck All I see is 6 buck My wrist cut I need it a lot on the dot for plot I mic up the rot Shot the Sherriff Hit with the paired with the mix the Dragon wearin’ shit I barely been hit by the quick one My 6 Gun was a Sunny Day play with the relay on feel the Hay Grass Cannabis Ran it since I cut the check and ripped off the bet that Dreadlocked fat cat with magic tricks in the bag to tag with I jam with a Spliff I even Trip on the Water I call it Order when I sift through and sort crews In shoes I lock this cruise the output with a round foot
I’m one of the boys I put it down for the boys in town I write a round up to the ground it sound pop I locked a lot of blocks down Crews fiend to walk around The gunshot sound off as they stunned popped and shocked I write the block up as a product Of straight arrow plate cut With no Sun Rays but I smoked Hay as such Tripped Mushrooms hush Practice my weaponry every day I Gun Play I run astray like I made the mic type to strike with I’m on a bike Trip the ice lick it twice dip My mic’s lit now I got the fists POW! I strike this to strike em out shout out loud! Flip the whole crown as I proceed to throw down Skipped the whole town I lifted clowns get ripped with the slugs Rapid fire Thugs die just the same as Y words explain The bullets rain I Tripped blood down the drain And cycle the flame I’m hype and blow up like propane My name is Mike Neidlinger
Everyone’s got a Ganja lock As show stop Release the shot as grease the topic freeze up don’t stop it I rip shit up the product was sick because of how we does it I doesn’t rub it into I been through kin too as they sin fluid Screw it right into it Kids blew it Into the tissue as funk an issue I might dis you I crack a fist pull up a pit bull And kick it’s ass I got to Fast a lot to be a big shot But I roll on Pot so I flow dot I hold my Pot get rolled and clocked For the sure shot as I’m Gold and I cold I cold shoulder the bold for to break the mold as World Spin Like a whirlwind I hurricane with my canes I tight like heavy rains in the brains I light like blood stains I just might Flip it mic up the sickness with quickness How could you get rich to this? You bitch ass I whip the Water Fast for a blast yo
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Drug connect as birds fly into the sky All Pie called a Y Pie Solve As I ball I revolve around the disc as twist up a J but anyway I Trip display the wicked pay I mess it up with blood relay Hits like drugs Ain’t no thugs not on the Meth A soldier’s breath I release half step as back left the sack spread on the bed I mic this up to end the silence of violence intend To wax wild in it’s purest form past the norm I flipped it like porn I rock the shores and sea floors too I’m hype off a brew that type that flew away Except my skies were Black or Gray I despise eyes that shut diet cut the Y gets struck in the night In the heat of the fight you get beat down all right? I’m outta sight I’m so tight yo I just might grow Ganja I bomb straight on like alarm I got the charm to harness the power that tower I ripe like a shower I strike like the hour of midnight! 12 O’Clock I rock around the clock tonight
I can look into a THC crystal And catch a fistful I risk pull on the hits draw down As law round here they steer clear of the Pot Plants and can’t dance I took a chance Flipped a rain song off a bong and live long As the hit’s on I just seen some Ganja growing And I thought of the flowing Without even knowing I was glowing Ripped it rolling shocked it Tripped it holding onto Golden All in the old times my rhymes Spliffs up crimes that twisted I risk it to ditch Weed with seeds I lifted indeed I trick switch the hit I got a grip of Drugs All mountains thugs do about face then get Aced I got the track laced with facts disgraced gangsters in their place I done to taste the strains of Ganja All the Sativa? I float into a lead word with the G for the Bird as Bird need I busted a laugh and saw the path I sold the Cash for the wrath down to ash I love Cannabis The dance it gets complex And hot A complete dance don’t get shot by a speed freak each day of the week
I died from OG Rhymes a tree defined as fiend it find it rewind it back on dime sit I climb lift recline with the diamond Spliff I shock kids to rock bids off top slid and skid into crews I use the Herb For murder further to turn over server like fast learner Spliff a burner Type I turn to like this hype I mic up the 6 with truck rope around the neck Suspect in check flex that left rap best black as act I match the scratch with a batch of the masterfully crafted kick that ass with Craft Cannabis Damn I rinse and since I lit I bit the rhyme shit on I’m in this to sign the sealed Deal with the wheels peel I feel that bleed rap scratch as heal match the peel back Sack I seen on sight the Mac I master after the rap passed yah I blast through crew like who flew? Ripe to do the type I true in psych that brew up tight in the clue For the fuel I flip tool rock it to the talk of the few and clock it don’t stop it crew who lock it
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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I light Gold Chains up in rooms You swear it was Gong Fu that did you in You were right to begin martial arts as part of life I scored a knife defense lens and murdered the ends I strike a life long balance with Shaolin I begin to tight this when I excite flights with the plight of the Light Wings I sight unseen human being with cream that dream I might ski I light G balling tracks calling whack crews all in the snap fools I’m relaxed with tool I don’t fool around on the ground is where you found With a round spit in the head you dead a bloody mess I confess I sprayed Techs and I got an AK no delay We set sail and make bail if we jailed I type to rail against the Soul of violence I folded cold then the smile in this makes me sick I tight knit with the flights ripped off the ends I begin a round of self defense practice I’m tough to match kid You could practice for decades with blades and still get faded I’m the Gray Alien with the pale complexion across the section
We excellence With the hard liquor represent You crew what you do is resident drew back and capped Rapped a stack up get your shit back up punk I sunk a chump Chunked his lump Then released back on the Streets greased with the pump Serving one sum of the Gun that’s hung back With the sack layed you flat I max chill and don’t pay tax I fully waxed up
The Strap struck as back buck plus I got my Mac up I’m rusty blade in the shade
I’ve got the Chronic Strapped with the bomb my Gat sings a song So long like Long John I fully come on now I Soldier powerful With the sour mash bully up Fast to the pulled heat in trash Got Fast with the Gats As tracks map up the sped head relax We kill and then max at will to pay a bill I released Trillion with the skill I missed the children case dismissed as I chill then
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Edited by Solid Log (03/05/24 11:42 PM)
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