Real is the deal,
and
Deal with it real
I might flip yer
lyrics, and
Cop half a mil
Get a house on a
hill
Push a new set of
wheels
No worries on
tomorrow
Cause I got cash
appeal.
Lyrical nightmares
I bust
Talking shit,
bitch?
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust
From my point of
view.
Your rhyme’s as
good as rust
For all them hating
ass nucks on the outside
This is real, no
jive
I might take the
mic, and
Eat your rhyme
alive.
No one will survive
Because I’m bigger
than you
And the other top
five.
Sukistardom
Blood Money Poets
Written 23 January
2002
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