Name: Get It Crakin by Scorpi_1 Productions
Duration: 3 min 46 s
Description: the homie and I freestylin to one of my beats, no samples no nothin jus me and john wit all of my production.. lets get it crackin. good job on ur 1st track john

Breeded for the few who needed no crew or backup
but still stack up the chips
cause on this trip you gotta sack up
the foolish got tools with which to make mockeries of the mic properties oftenly used improperly
- flash news - no booze is needed when seeded to root
the leaf underneath the boots
sprouts groups of
one wonder runners up from the under thunder above signals a drink
for the sprouts before they can wiggle and think I'm out and about
stout savvy privy to the info
still gladly just gonna sit here and listen to the windblow
gales to inhale ex experience
To glimpse the frail contents of dreary context and theroied nonsense
yes very dense are the heads who tread heavily on the lawns of pawns throngs of carried identity
plenty paupers offer up the so called proper stuff then claim these dreams too much when they don't end up prosperous
Got the stuff like Oreo and
 it's all in the middle
Heard the glory stories of ghettos
And most of em are drivel
Widdle em down to their point
And expose it as trivial
exposes on sex and gun play lookin nothing short of whimsical
Pull some feats at feasts that noone thought these feet could muster
Rising past peaks to take a seat
Atop the steepest point in is this structure
And these people are cluttered
Mixed up with no fix up
If I thought it would do good
I'd reccommend some sit ups
To unstick the monotony
Bic flickd to the botany
Probaly be the death of us
Erupting in caucaughany
That ought to be in hindshght
Twenty twenty as the minds eye
Signs fly pointing back but were on track with no kind lie
Play it as is wakin off the matress
Match this madness and get burned or twisted like ratchets
Rackit with racket and get broken and blasted I fly stealth on the felt to knock balls to pockets as captives
Cornered with no escape I keep what I take over the years as souviners of the victories and mistakes
So shake that martini beanie baby
Hate me if you will
But I still gotta talk shit and you still gotta give my drink a fill
The ink will spill with the blood and the milk until I'm blown in the wind you'll find me stirrin up the silt
Blurin up the filth
modern times rework your judgement
Surfing on insecurity
Cause akwardness is abundant
Reluctant to advance cause
Many mutants won't make the switch
But I also can't miss the chance
Or I'll get lost in the new devlopments
Elephants in the room
So helluv shit seems doomed
I'll just sit and watch the moon while you bitch from your cacoon
I'm shedin skin
They can puff but I'm not lettin in
The wolves till this hulk gets the bulk of his medicine
Netted limbs equal loped off losses
Once you're caught in the slot
Your as good as pasta cooked with sausage
Sauces stewin to get these shoes in the door brewin up the motivation for the manuvers that I been movin toward
And I'm certian that in this circus act
I'm an acrobat that's confounded
what you supposed to do when
Your high fly act gets grounded?
Counted on one Hand women fit for this mans handling
persistant yet my free fall
seems to know no landing
Ho! I sit atop the lookout
Shook out the roost - to deep blue-
In tow caught for the cookout
So I took my hooks out you
And turned them on self
Then fired all the hired help
Cause I realized they tried to retire
All my desired welts
Dire straights got me crooked
The snow settled along the bottom
Of the bubble so I picked it up and shook it
Just to see the comotion
If yer boats floating on the ocean you best be pre-pared to be where there be Davey jonsin
In the locker cause everythings not Betty crocker offered so i sodder broken seams of dreams post proverb
To Fankenstein the pieces that fit and coencide
Waitin for my moment to scream
It's alive!
And Bolts give me jolts
of the juice from the pulp
Gonna fill up on the dues and
Gulp down the occult
Cause I can feel somthing bigger
With it's finger on the trigger
While being put through the ringer
This be-ing found it's stinger

I'm stung
By the weave that breeds these words on my tounge
Among the eves I percieve and pick
what's flung from my lungs
These crumbs
Feed my bleed as I leak this polished dung
All of it solid and solvent
Resolivin to simple sums
Of syllables strung
One by one
Plum to the rythm
Given by drum and
Driven by livin wisdom to come
Clung here and hung
To the rung spun from the strum
Where mums got no gumption
Cause discussions never  done

Toby Brock - Simple Sums (2010)

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the homie and I freestylin to one of my beats, no samples no nothin jus me and john wit all of my production.. lets get it crackin. good job on ur 1st track john 

Get It Crakin

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FMWp1lhRmVE

Get It Crakin

Scorpi_1 Productions

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