To U All!!!!!!!!!!!

[smoothg103rd]

[Intro]
My Spider senses is tingling
Feel something, got my radars up

[Verse 1]
Something going on, I feel funny can't tell me nuttin' different
My nose twitching
Intuition setting in like Steve vision
I still close my eyes, I still see visions
Still hear that voice in the back of my mind
So what I do,*I still take heed, I still listen
I still paint that perfect picture
I still shine bright like a prism
My words still skipping through air
I know you can't, don't, won't get it
You niggas chose to ride that ship, sunk with it
I'm still afloat,*I ain't the captain of the yacht but I'm on the boat
I ain't acting what I'm not*knowing that I don't
You niggas acting like you will but I know you won't
I read between the lines of your eyes to your brows
Your handshake ain't matching your smile
Ah-ah, you niggas foul

[Hook]
I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air
I can hear it in your voice
I can feel it in the air

[Verse 2]
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring athammers
Ready to go bananas
Two vests on me, two techs, extra clips on me
I know my mind ain't playing tricks on me
I ain't skitz homey
Ain't no body drop a mick on me
It's like they tryna plot a sit on me
I hear this voice in the back of my mind
Like mack tighten up your circle before they hurt you
Read they body language
Eighty five percent communication non-verbal
Eighty five percent swear they know you
Ten percent you know they story, man the other five
Time'll show you, just know you
Could pull they strings, you the puppet master
Fuck them other bastards
Man watch who you puffing after
Play your cards, go against all odds
Shoot for the moon, if you miss
You still amongst those stars

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Can you feel it, can you feel it floating
Without picture quoting, scriptures from Revelation
Talk shit and got the devil waiting
Body get stiff, so levitate
Why do I speak blasphemy
Knowing one day that he'll ask for me
Ask for my sins, no one'll feel his wrath for me
I go through it, so you wouldn't do it after me
As for me,*I'm still circling the block before I'm parking
Not bitching, I'm just still cautious
Same black parka, same uzi, extra clips, still clapping with that same larking
Damn I feel it in the air you not sincere
Nigga it ain't an us or we or I'mma thing
It's a good/bad karma thing
This a song man the honest sing
I swear I feel something honestly

 

[Skiddles2014]

weak ass wigger

 

[smoothg103rd]

weak ass wigger

Whats sup wit u Internet thugs? Got bullied growing up so wanna act tuff behind a keyboard? Eat a dick fag

 

[smoothg103rd]

[Hook]
I'mma keep that nigga up off you
Relieve that stress up off you
Take that cheap shit off you
Put on this dress I bought you
Keep them problems up off you
Take my*debit card*to keep those loose dollars up off you
Get a bodyguard to keep broke niggas up off you
Them dope dealers up off you
Trying to keep my hands up off you
Tryna get the pants up off you
Let me ease ya mind up off you
You can't keep Rich Homie up off you

[Verse 1]
Keep them problems up off you
Keep that stress up off you
Keep them broke niggas off you
Tryna get some neck up out you
Keep them free loaders off you
Keep them broke bitches off you
Keep them Joe Janes off you
And keep them ho niggas off you
And they only be in your business
They don't really care about you, only wanna know if we did it
But you know I care about you, baby, you know I'm serious
This pistol keep that nigga up off you, you feel me

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Keep that paper work on you
Keep them pennies up off you
Take that cheap shit off you
Put on this Fendi I bought you
Take that*lace front*off you
You look better natural
Take that makeup off you
All that fake stuff off you
Keep them women away from you
Keep them niggas up off you
Keep the lies away from you
Keep them issues up off you
Keep that*grey hair*off you
Keep that stress away off you
Better let him know that I will not play about you

[Hook x2]

 

[smoothg103rd]

C'mon let's try this Guru

[Beanie Sigel]
When I was five years old, I realized it was a road
But at the end, I ain't seen lots of pots of gold
I seen a long cell block, the box, the hole
Six hundred fenced in*-*some innocent, some rotten souls
Some men with men*-*stop it, whoa
I ain't runnin up in shit but a broad or a bank
Tryin to cop a small hammer, move out like +Shawshank+
With +Redemptions+, I got my mind on revenges
They tryin to kill me at the same time keep me alive
I'm movin out like Adebisi on +Oz+
With my skully on tilt, two whacks in my palm
Posted up in the yard, everyday I think of pokin the guard
Throw a crack a nigga turnin me in
Tryin to crack a nigga, turnin me thin
Food soakin in lard, news fools get opened in cards
For deputy drapes, in this prison life, what you livin like?

[Hook]
Can you tell me what you live like?
Can you tell me what that bid like, what's that cell like?
What's livin in hell like? Tell me do you eat right?
Do you even sleep right?
Yo, tell me what your life like
Tell me do you sleep nights, tell me what that life like?
Gettin no kites like, no flicks like
Make you wanna quit life

[Beanie Sigel]
Them four letters is a motherfucker
That's forever like a motherfucker
Without a letter from a motherfucker?
It ain't even bout the*cheddar*from a motherfucker
Write a kite, some flicks from a motherfucker
Some drawers, some socks, some kicks from a motherfucker
I can't believe I'm doin this bid for you motherfuckers
I'm down for another joker case
I was dealt this hand, and I'mma play it with my poker face
On the block*ready to POKE a face
I got an*L*goin around with a smokin case?
You steal the deoderant out of*CVS, you locked for retail theft
I got it body half a block stolen DT vest
My rap sheet read three deep breaths
Dangerous, duct tape daughters
I take to the street, like a duck take to water
Get your duck game in order
My bust game in order, I fluff 'caine with water

[Hook]

[Beanie Sigel]
That's fucked up, you bout to take your longest trip
And can't do shit, but suck it up, be strong and shit
Handcuffed, ankle to wrist, in back of the bus
Flashbacks of you back in the world
Can't fuck now you thinkin bout who in back of your girl
Got her ass up (kill this bitch) playin your crib
Thinkin bout who raisin your kids
Shit was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your crib
6:30 in the morning, they kick your door in
Feds pour in, snatch you out your bed while you snorin
You unaware of what's goin on and
Come to find out, clients you had for years, turned informant
Told the law about the drops you make
How your clientele first started to escalate
Givin him keys to your crib, was your next mistake
At that dinner table, breakin out that extra plate
You can't turn a career addict off his coke habit
Put him on post with the toast that promote static
Back to the operation, they got you locked at the station
Fuck your back time, you worryin about what you facin
Heart racin, situation gettin scary
Old clients are showin up, at the preliminary
D.A. tryin to bury a nigga to Neveruary, 31st
God damn, that gotta hurt

Track 14 on*The Reason