Who called the cops when you ruled the blocks?

trying to feed your kids; trying to call the shots.

Who stole the SOUL and the R-A-P?

We lost our VISION now it's hard to SEE.

Rain in the sky means heaven cries.

Who will give the sermon when the reverend dies?

Who knows the TRUTH when there's so many LIES?

Who calls it QUITS before 1 last TRY?

Fire on earth means hell has a thirst?

Quenching for the those that are paused or reversed.

Rolling out the carpet for the weak and the weary.

They always want to SPEAK, but they never want to HEAR me.

PrAying for my failure, while I'm only prAying for you.

While others prEying on you. I've got hunters’ virtues.

Before I attack you, I always alert you.

I only talk (pray) behind your back just to BLESS you not to CURSE you.

I'm "Always Genuine": that's a LAW when you rhyme.

You can catch me LYING 6 ft under if I'm LYING.

Even off stage the defiant have to hear him.

I'll squash all the lies like: The True TRUTH SERUM. ( PROOF-read this).

Get a Grip (x 5) Your Loosing you Grip

Get a Grip (x 5) Your Loosing you Grip

Who takes the blame when you lose the game?

When you choose to remain. When the efforts in vain/VEIN.

Who can stay DRY when it rains it POURS!!!

When you've got no BILLS to pay the BILLS...your POOR.

Who can stay COOL in 99 degrees?

Even under the TREEZ you wish the sun/son would FREEZE!!!

Who could keep calm when your kids are gone?

When your wife takes a hike and your friends don't respond.

Who's got the balls to take all the slack?

Who's starving with no food to snack it's FLASHBACK.

“I get fed on a crust of bread.” ( Primates in Stitches @2:35 http://youtu.be/P4ehkDoYR7E?t=2m35s  )

Instead of losing my DRIVE I'm CRUISIN’ ahead.

Who's got the skill to make beats and speak?

Who's FREE-styles equal every ones STYLES at their peak?

Who's got VOLUMES of jams to turn the VOLUME up to and

Rock a stadium of fans?

My vision is strong like an Eagle hunting for a Salmon

Dive into the music into deep understanding.

On your FEET; landing INCHES from the finish-line.

Feeling like I'm Popeye, right before it's “Spinach-time”.

You'll get a flat on a FORKLIFT trying to PICK-UP my lyrics

You'd need to level CEMETARIES to beat the way I raise SPIRITS.

SOUL-FOOD-MUSIC you BURP after you HEAR it.

The PHAT CONTENTS: YO! Play That OBEESE hit!!

Play it so loud that the world knows your secret:

Your listening to the Best-Dressed-Player during recess!

The Truth Serum Featuring FLASHBACK 2009

I took a vacation from rap. It’s like brand new now

Brand new sound. Not recycled; Brand new Crown

I always rep New Rochelle, but I’m in a brand new town

Where WOMEN stand men UP , while MEN stare you DOWN,

Where it’s all about the sex, drugs and revenue stacks

It produces hustlers, scholars, Millionaires who get in through raps

I’ve got shorties straight wilin’ off of my freestylin’

So I “caller ID” their bluffs and just keep on redialing

I can’t call what it is, but it’s real off the hook

Where you can collect more #’s then the whole telephone book

Where the trunks have shooties or bodies or hotties

Right next to a sub-woofer that was built for a party

Where the fire-ARMS can be worn on your HIP

The trees inspire these cats to speak: tales from the crypt

The scales start to tip when you weigh around the way

Weight inflates after it leaves this state (from powder to solid)

Runaways turn to carriers, them take the bait

And STILL end up on the buses going state to state

CD burners are our record companies ain’t nothin’ free

MP3’s are the death of the music industry

And the birth of the I.S.O.M. ( Independent State Of Music)

Where we fit on your nooses then hear your excuses

Then raise the roof on the Vert’ (Convertible) Hit the outskirts

This reflects LIFEWORK

This is how the mic work’s

Please show me a video to match what I’ve directed

I’ve been in the cut so long. I let the music get infected

You’ve got to pay dues. Kind of; step out of your shoes

Explore the bigger views the brand new News

Every verse can be a hook in this big book

Volume II: Turn the volume up and take a good look

FLASHBACK and RELAY: we don’t TALK we SPEAK

From your Brain to your Mind let information leak,

So you know in your soul that the flow takes control of our goal to:

KEEP IT REAL SO THE TRUTH BE TOLD

Shortys growing up with these Speakers in their Speaker

It’s as lucrative as dealers cooking (Baking) flower in their beakers

And “soldier boys” pump this on the block on the look out

They clap and whistle when the cops come to chase the crook out

And all you smell is cookout from 5-night ( till the helicopters circle and shine their spotlight)

It looks and sound’s like a SOUND’ show + all the sirens

FIRE-WORKS firing no one is tiring

It’s summertime 365 in WEST Bomb

West Palm Bomber Featuring FLASHBACK 2005

 
Catch Phrases
I’m the center of attention like a pixel 
My rhyme will bang you in the head like a brick will 
And at the end of the day all the things that I say 
Will breakdown what you started to fix yo! 

At the end of the day there’s nightlife 
And Flashback in your speakers make the right hype 
Order drinks; hit the floor; cause you’ve entered the door 
The sun is down, but the clubs got a bright light 

Not for nothing; I be bustin ’ the best flows 
Not for nothing; draped in garments; the best clothes 

Not for nothing; my production gravitates you like a suction 
What you want is the opposite of mass destruction 

With that being said: I’ve been rhyming through the centuries 
The best that I’m hearing right now is rudimentary 

With that being said: I get cold like a stethoscope 
Don’t hold your breath, it smells bad…I thought I’d let ya know.

AND IF YOU TELL ME NOT TO STOP. I WILL.
 
Words spread like germs; when you heard it like the verdict 
The sound is supreme. With the words it’s picture perfect 

But Word! If the words were just read, not heard 
It would still ruffle feathers and be fly like a bird… or a pterodactyl 

...Don’t even try it. We’ll detonate your block 
We won’t even riot 

Don’t even try it. (When I'm ) On Champaign diets 
Your burpin through your verses. You can’t remain quiet (in 3rd person)

Yo ! It’s the dough Yo ! The Flow Yo ! For Sho ’ Yo ! You know though. (YO!) 
Fast paced or slow-mo, opponents are no-shows 
Make-up artists fabricating life need to grow mo! 

That’s what’s up. When it’s up to you 
That’s what’s up. What is a brother really to do? 

Man it is what it is. Watch the profits/prophets fizz 
And that is: The vicious cycle of the music biz… 
And NOBODY BEATS THE BIZZZZZZ 

AND IF YOU TELL ME NOT TO STOP. I WILL. 

Slang be my thang thang . When others would gangbang 
I chose to sling verb-age. Kill with WORDS like Hang-man 

Battles on the mic was my victory that night 
Brothers tried with all their might. They would even OVER-BITE

I lost my record deal that was a slight oversight 
By the way the tables turned the spin on things went over right 

They say I talk too fast , but you’re listening too slow 
I’ve got to stuff it with enough hits to teach courses when I go! 

The rhymes keep on busting. A one-sided discussion 
My accapella verses could cause a concussion 
End of discussion! Your platinum plaque is rustin ’ (…and platinum can’t rust!!!!) 
Your runnin ’ too slow yo ! I thought you was hustlin ’? 

Respect often comes when your confidence is crushin ’ 
Disgusting when discussing. I’ve got Ugly Betty blushin ’ 
She said to “Call me Mommy”, like Joan Crawford!!! 
I cause the type of commotion that they cone-off the block for!!! 

Catch Phrases featuring FLASHBACK 2009

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