Secret Weapon's Rap Book

[Secret Weapon]

"World Of Fantasy"

You was on fire, not running no fever/
With a trophy, call me your golden retriever/

Another cater to you? He's no waiter man/
That buster on my arm, now I'm MegaMan/

Yo swag, don't compare to me, it's flammable like kerosene/
I'm in a world by myself like Final Fantasy/

What kind of man is he to say don't spare a hater/
A star player in the game, I'm a difference maker/

You high where they can't see? I'm past gone/
In the heavens, not where they got wings tagged on/

Spitting this make it seem like a sad song/
But I want to cherish this like a prom's last song/

Because your gone, far from my memory/
A forest of rose thorns, do I dare to reach?/

Shit you showed me, even college couldn't teach/
You washed a white load and made me brighter using bleach/

I wrote this for my first love. I got real vivid with this. I don't usually write songs for girls NOW but if I do, I get tight. Sorry that I broke up everything between lines . I had to make it more elaborate for yall.

Hope yall enjoyed this. I'll try to post more this weekend (now that I can certify that I'm TRULY busy ). Have a nice sleep/morning, whatever. I'm hitting the hay. Two fingers .

[Secret Weapon]

"Pop Bottles"

Verse 1: At the spot posted, yeah you know we drunk/
Girls just surrounding, so I pop the trunk/

Vision so blurry, I thought the proof was kilo/
Yo girl touching so she roll me like burritos/

Knowing me, I'm trying to hit() the girl/
But I'm so swung like a tilt-a-whirl/

Don't know about you but I will not stop/
I feel so dizzy, I'm spinning like a top/

Verse 2: Say we smoking how we got L/
So hung over, I'm like a hangnail/

We got O's like a drug lord on bail/
Look behind my trail, I'm as slow as a snail/

I'm thrown like a muh****a, yeah like a muh****a/
Liquor like penut butter and jelly, call me smuckers/

Bread and a heater, I'd make great toast/
Lift yo spirit to the stars, I call you space ghost/

Mix a drink, shit lemme have a try at this/
A couple swigs, now I need a psychiatrist/

I don't care, I want more/
To the fact where I'm smothered like a smore/

Yeah, I just wrote this over the actual song's instrumental. I was playing with this (like clowning) and just trying to set an atmosphere for me + my boys. This song is one of my fav.'s I wrote. Just hope yall enjoy ( that's whats important ).

MIGHT come on here tomorrow and post some more IF and I do mean IF I have spare time. Anyway, I have plenty to post so there's more where these come 4rm. Thanks for viewing!!!

[Unknown Entity]

You know, they ain't bad - pretty darn good! Keep them up!

I prefer the first one though...

[Secret Weapon]

Thanks sis. I really appreciate that. I poured my heart out on that song and those words are the stains.

Now I have something that I know yall all would like.

"Catch Me"

Verse: My crew grinding, hustling to be rich/
Call our money pringles, how we stack these chips/

I'm from the East but wear so much blue, say I'm a crip/
The boys (cops) see our glory so he try to make us his bitch/

Watch us undercover like we don't conduct business/
It's hard to book a defendent with no eye witness/

It's slow to have a radar and not know his position/
So they on that Richard Nixon, tap and try to listen/

I don't pay atttention, we sell like a single/
Never trust the law cause some are crooked like flamingoes/

Patrolling like they'll get my hotspot/
I'll just pitch the rock and skip on em like it's hopscotch/

A pusher on the strip scheming, acting like he fessing/
My hit would put the steel to his chest like benchpressing/

Not matter if it's a chase, dog I will dip/
Cops catching me is close as the rabbit getting Trix/

With that said, hope that entertained you & Two fingers .

[Unknown Entity]

Haha! That ones pretty good too! Entertained me lol!

Keep them up! Especially ones like the first one...

[Secret Weapon]

I hope to not disappoint yall but I don't have that many girl songs since when them (plus some of my other IMPORTANT ones) got stolen. I had a lot till that occurance so S-R-E . BUT, I have many others that will keep you equally enjoyed until a certain instrumental comes out and I can write to it.

Anywho, heres another one.

"Speeding On Life"

Hook [x2]: Our flow like the stars at night/
An eagle on a river how keen our sight/
Death ain't near me, but I see that light/
I hope we not pulled over for speeding on life/

Verse: I thought my actions would outcome better/
But the hope I see is Cassidy's, can't get no better/

My hunger like a rat's, I just want cheddar(Silver ) /
Get in my way, this a play, I'll be the drama setter/

I done lost too much so what is remorse?
My mind is Star Trek, I can set my own course/

Say what you want, I hold what's dear to me/
I can't murder my past so the future killed lyrically/

Now i just look at it from a glass pane/
Bricks in the trunk is I move life in the fast lane/

So most of yall stunners need to stop fronting/
Above all, I got a daughter to support young'n/

If drugs are magic, I'm the spellcaster/
Selling it, I hop on it like a stairmaster/

In this case, water is thicker then blood/
It's like Noah's Ark because I predict a flood/

Verse 2:Money is my drive like I own a market/
I fit between that spot so I parallel park it/

****ing with my dough, boy you don't want to start it/
Aim the fifth, all you see is red like Target/

I hope God forgives me for my corruptions/
Yall do like Clue and stick to your assumptions/

If I move work, yall know I'm bending em/
So my money come back and forth like a pendelum/

That's either way cause the boy love to hustle/
Test me, like a deck of cards, yall would shuffle/

Try and play the hand that you was dealt/
I get goons to eat your face and turn yo skin to a pelt/

I know what I'm doing so face facts/
No experiment, yall are just lab rats/

A lost puzzle piece, I'm what yall are missing/
Glocks, Lugers, Calibers that's your detention/

Yeah. I like this one even tho I felt I didn't come as strong like I did on the others. I was talking about my daughter and what my thoughts was focusing on after me and my baby's mother broke. Hope I got your attention and it amused you. Oh yeah, shout out to my bud Silver! Thanks guys, out.

[Secret Weapon]

I KNOW that yall are going to dig this, ya dig ?

"Lighting That"

Hook[x2]: I got the sack/
Yeah now I'm rolling that/
Craftsman the paper, so the weed stay tight and fat/
Hand that flame, I'll ignite when I'm lighting that/

Verse: Being this high kind of makes me feel lonely/
It's not Friday, but how I chief, call me Smokey/

Hit up my dealer cause I'm looking for some doude/
I wanna feel that edge like Wiley Coyote/

Yall dudes with Tweety, I'm with Big Bird/
Being like a gardener, I'm looking for some herb/

I'll go overseas if none is not found/
Do it like Jared, I'll take it by the pound/

Never stingy when I roll, I bet your's teeny/
Can't complain with mine, they bite size zuccinis/

Why quit Mary Jane puts up a persuasion/
My sight so dim, it feel like I'm asian/

To the point where I can't see who I'm facing/
I'm a heart on fire, I leave these beats blazing/

Yall don't chief, so instead of blunts, smoke the steel/
How we go through trees, it's like a lumber mill/

This is supposed to be one of the hype songs that me and my boy Harlem is going into the studio with. Now if only I can get in contact wit em . Anywho, enjoy yalls high, smoke another blunt & go get a pack of Newports (You'll need em !!!)

[Secret Weapon]

Here's another yall.

"Sound Off"

[Hook x2]: Yo flow hot? Dog it sound bought/
Ours chilly, try to **** around, you might cough/
Guns like Katrina, they'll knock yo town off/
Salute us as a general, on the field, we sound off/

Verse: I'm a general, I put yall at ease/
Cause money on yo head like Packer fans that wear cheese/

I'm a skinny dude still you wonder whats stopping ya/
Big drums like tommy guns from the mafia/

After gunplay, you bodied in a alley/
Cops found you, said you laid in ruin like a valley/

It was too much math, so you brung a talley/
At the end, all you saw was My Dear Aunt Sally/

I'd do something worse, as a matter of fact/
I'll put chrome to yo spine, now you a silverback/

Take a trip home & brush up on yo manner/
Or I'll shock you when I clap, call that Thor's Hammer/

Get you handicapped, that's wheelchair slower/
Have steel crush you like I used a bulldozer/

Blast at yo thoughts since you got a thinking cap/
Yo neck is the lean & rock dance, it'll snap/

[Secret Weapon]

For the hell of it.

" Not Me"

Hook [x2]: Who you ****ing wit?
Who yall think you ****ing wit?

No, not me/ Naw dog, not me/

Verse: I can't explain, I'm with my own state of mind/
No cost for it, I cross over like state lines/

Unlike you, my swag is so true/
You have to pay for change like a ****ing tollbooth/

I'm calm & collected, yall have to deal with drama/
Until I clean yall up, call the scene a soap opera/

Doctors fixed you up but it isn't hard to tell/
You can't measure being human, yo repairs automail/

It's silly how you B***es think that you can get with me/
Say I'm the military cause the boy got infantry/

I'm tryna tell you dudes stop and just quit/
Cause my rhymes knocking yall around like a mosh pit/

For trying to put some cheese on me like a cracker/
I'd shoot and send you boys to the heavens like NASA/

In the streets with the sacks, I'm a linebacker/
And stay losing weight, I ain't even on stackers/

Verse 2: If you moving bricks, robbery yo appearance/
Pick the drop off, that's what I call interference/

Hand it easy, unless you'll die for honor/
I got more straps on me then a suicide bomber/

You stashed the work? Well we'll get it when we torture ya/
Shoot at me, I'll play a song for ya, I'm an orchestra/

Bringing heat and goons, thats coo but sadly/
We came up with more toys then Milton Bradly/

It's like a game of sorry, but you stop not go back/
Not on some T.I when I let yo top back/

Think this a game show, well yo answears put to rest/
**** it, I'll get high so I see Mt. Everest/

Yall artist cattle, being set up for slaughter/
my flow blessed to the point I can walk on water/

I'm gangsta dog, getting to this guop and ****/
Stay smoking & chop trees like George Washington/ Ad lib: I'm not lying

[Secret Weapon]

"Choppers Remix"

Hook [x2]: It's no DJ when I say the K slay/
It's why pilots in the sky say mayday/
With this clip, be a porn star, you stay laid/
Why? I shot two letters, homey AK/

We tote choppers, We toting choppers/
We tote choppers, ***** We toting choppers/

Verse: You had yo life going till you had to mention me/
Play us like a band, we'll write you a symphony/

Shaking on the ground like he was fixing circuits/
And we left him sweaty like the boy was getting nervous/

Shut down the block, there's been a homocide/
Bystanders took a hit, a mulitiple homocide/

It's Larceny (my rap name) so yall better be aware/
Or I'll seal you in plastic like some tubberware/

Blow me away? Dude, you got a fan gat/
With that K there's two straps, say I'm wearing spandex/

But that mans fresh, smoking so I'm lazy *****/
On that Barry Bonds, so it's a heavy hitter/

Blow my high? Well my other arm will attack ya/
Run but I cover ground like a farm tractor/

The chopper sliced you good, say I used a blender/
These ****** just mimes so they only pretenders/

Got Mary and the K, not talking Olsen twins/
This is poker yall better off folding in/

Think my aim with the K ain't polished?/
You in a box like Snake off of Metal Gear Solid/

****** talking **** but really I don't give a ****/
I just tell em like Young Buck, I'ma get buck/

I'm set staying paid, made getting to a buck/
Try me, I'm Bonecrusher dog, I'll hit the trunk/

Like a hitman, I keep the rifle steady/
I'll overkill yall like South Park's Kenny/

A teenage pregnancy, yall ain't ready/
That banana clip would make yall spread like confetti/

Don't make me pull chopper, just throw me the green/
Or my finger on the trigger like sowing machine/

Then yall would get laid on the floor/
Styles P, yall just some ghosts that sat by the door/

[Secret Weapon]

Yeah, this post I'm bout to type is a rap I made talking bout my cousin that passed away when we was little (1 yr old). This one is special yall so enjoy it cuz I put every fiber in my body to express this.

"Looking Back"

Hook[x2]: I see It now, us stacking up a figure/
Thinking of you till this day, you'll always be my *****/
I'm on this grind even after I hold a stack/
I'll try to hold on for you instead of looking back/

Verse: Lemme just say that you was my *****/
At our age, we was nothing but a kidder/

Still in infant briefs, back then it was a figment/
Now it's clear like the sun shined the rain into a pigment/

I can't believe your gone, but I still feel your presence/
Hustling, we'd be at packs like a Christmas present/

Nothing could be done different so I don't regret/
But up there, I hope you around me like a silhouette/

Why'd you have to go? Like Aaliyah, I'm missing you/
Detailing is counting by 1's, I can't skip a few/

I know saying this goin make me a damn fool/
I need you here so I'll drink me a red bull/

Or smoke me one cause we need to meet level/
A lone rider on these streets, I feel like a rebel/

I'm not trying to reach out, I need understanding/
Losing you is like lost love, I miss my comapanion/

Verse 2: I take it back to 89', two G's was born
God made us ridges on paper, we had to be torn/

You would've been in thought if I felt this prior/
It flew by me like speeding Nascar driver/

With our hustle, no ***** would be messing/
Bone Thugs N-Harmony, the crossroad our intersection/

*****es wouldn't matter cause we'd be after that cheddar/
If you was here, paste on paper, we always stick together/

Now I got a daughter that I have to watch over/
The boy manned up, now I have to be bolder/

Fronters hot wit me? They'll find a place colder/
Leave em under bricks, now that's a chip on they shoulder/

Now I'm on my grizzy and thinking about dough/
My boy and me plotting so soon, we on the roll/

But I hope these trips to make me stay at the county/
Or they bought strong paper towels, somebody got a bounty/

Just look at these lines from my angle/
Seeing you already there, you can be my guardian angel/

[Secret Weapon]

"Where You At"

[Hook]: We posted, so you know we all strapped/
I ain't asking for no space when I say get back/
And if thats trouble, my goon will handle that/
I'm heavy with the steel so you better watch yo back/

[x2]: K Boyz, Where you at? Eastside, Where you at?
Westside, Where you at? Smoke(my cuz's rap name), Where you at?

Verse: Where I'm at? On the East, tryna blow/
Fresh as can be pacer J's with Jirbaud's/

Peep the chain, you can feel that it's cold/
Something like fire it'll catch yo hand froze/

Got junkies fiending, acting like zombies/
I'm a beast, straight out the jungle like Jumanji/

I represent, how else can I hold it down?/
No Mike Jones, I ain't taking $*** underground/

**** beef, that's what I'll cease too/
I'll direct traffic just like streets do/

A ***** looking, yall know me dog/
She going up and down on me like a see-saw/

Burn one after, **** it a large amount/
Rolling so much that my fingers lost count/

C.W.B, ***** I'm that official/
Respect me, or R.I.P your initials/

[Furore]

While I'm not really a huge rap fan, I do admire some of the themes present in your lyrics. They seem real, and at times a touch raw. In other words, they show something of how you see the world. It gives them greater meaning.

You've written some very solid lines and it all seems to fit together well.
Great work.

[Secret Weapon]

Yeah thanks bud. Y'know, at first, I was kinda discouraged from continuing this path when I was living with my daughter's mother (Heather... uh! ). Everday I had to hear, "Why don't you stop"?/"You're never going to do anything"/"You need to focus on something else important". Then when we broke, she tried to crush my spirit saying, "Your never going to be anything doing this. All your doing is wasting your time". Basically this ! Thanks man. That's something I really need to hear (unlike from some people ). Really appreciate it.

[Secret Weapon]

This one is a diss I made on this dude that's going with Heather. A friend of hers (that's close to me) said that he told Heather to just give him the ok and he'll come and shoot up my crib. Just talking out his @$$. Dude is 15 yrs. old and Heather is 17 . So I made this diss on him and her.

"Pop My $***"

[Hook x2]: I don't know why he had to go like this/
Running up to my crib tryna blow his fifth (45 caliber)/
He want a sneak peek so I'll show em this clip/
This ****a cocking back, I'm bout to pop my $***/

Verse: ****a rap behind my back, ok, so you a hype man?/
In a shark's ocean, my only offense is to bite man/

If you had beef, ***** you should've addressed it/
To me you just a another ****a ****ing crossdressing/

Dude be chill, before I start sparking/
Or life a missed flight, yo time has departed/

Ay Nemo (my nig), man these *****s just cakes G/
I don't have to use a oven cause they bake easy/

I heard yall scheming, tryna hit me with a screen/
I'm no b****, come here and it's over for yo team/

I'm not trying to beef, but I have to get my scrilla/
My goons would shoot them trey's (38 special) like Reggie Miller (get it?)/

Respect Eastside or shake hands with death/
How you want it; the Fifith, nine, twelve gauge, or the tech?/

Deavon, I know yo @$$ hear me so step/
Fat Joe off the Empire, I got a chopper on deck/

Verse 2: Yo @$$ still a toddler, in need a of timeout/
I case guns like T.I if you wanna bring em out/

You'll never see me so I'll have yo mystery solved/
A big dog? B**** you Courage the Cowardly dog/

Saying just give the word to get me retired?/
Just play yo game, I make the calls like an umpire/

Do you like some cake mix dog, I'd batter ya/
The 40 (caliber) take yo life, say I got the Soulcaliber/

My rhymes sick but ****a, can you see me?/
Hell naw, cause my heat up on you, no 3D/

But you mad cause you can't be me/
She mad cause I'm not slaving, this ain't B.C/

Yall need to step off and keep the G acknowledged/
My guns move at the speed of sound, you can call em' Sonic/

That steel have you speechless, like I took yo tonsils/
**** with me, yo bones would be dinosaur fossils/

Yeah, that's how I murk the opposition. Two fingers yall and thanks to my supporters .

[Secret Weapon]

Yall already know.

"Out The Storm"

Verse: So slick, but I can electrocute like an eel/
Then make you like wet p****, get you an open feel/

You crazy thinking that you rate as a heavyweight/
This chopper (AK47) float you to the air, now you a featherweight/

I should be Afro Man the way I'm close to the colt/
Sharks circle this fort, advice step from the moat/

No copyrights, still yall couldn't quote/
Our lines clap from the sky, from there, call them a thunderbolt/

Apply heat to yo spout, you'll steam like a kettle/
We rock-n-rollers so we sound with heavy metal/

Be unaware, we'll use that as a weapon/
Putting more metal in yo mouth then Jaws offa 007/

A rat with no cheese don't make a lotta sense/
Why you can't get it? Your lactose intolerant/

How I'm coming (rapping), yall should call me vile/
An I'll spit acid in yo face to finish yall off like Reptile/

So with this rap $hit, my focus is hard to break /
Cuz I concentrate, like monks that meditate/

I'm a word bank if you looking for a source/
Know I am the Olympics, I will ignite that torch/

Then be Young Skywalker, cause I have the force/
My bills the support of life, call them the stork/

Tryna look into my heart is wearing aviators/
The lyrics? Not to worry, they rise up like elevators/

Speaking like they'll be back, name them the Terminator/
Driving pass yo corpse is how I mean see ya later/

I'm the artist you can't claim another greater/
I'll peel off and scale like gators/

Talk like you balling, budgets ain't care free/
Buying candy at the mall is only how you get a shopping spree/

My $hit bring pain, so I twirl it, torrent/
Just ghost left at the disaster, people saw it horrid/

Nastiness .....

[Secret Weapon]

"On My Grizzy"

[Hook x2]: B**** stop calling, can't you see I'm busy?/
Got the flow and hustle, now I'm on my grizzy/
I wanna see digits where my sight dizzy/
The point where you can't stand the rain like missy/

Verse: I'm a business man, with measures, I'm acute/
Cuz I do like computers, not calculate I compute/

I don't know how you send n***** just to shoot/
You'll be the reason why fishermen cast a rod and find a boot/

The last thing I'd do is let cops capture me/
Dealt like a hospital, n**** we the faculty/

Going after this paper, I find it where it be/
And I just discovered it, That's what I call hide-n-seek/

Fiends would come to me if I start selling white/
Admiring it's beauty, they display it as an aphrodite/

Put points on yo graph, my whole click goin grab/
15 on my back (Jason Kidd), dimes is all I pass/

Framed at it's edges, art pictographs/
They functions, Pre-Calculus, I show you math/

I'm an editor, all I have is hard facts/
So I elevate and crank up like car jacks/

[Secret Weapon]

I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this. Check this out.

"The Hold Up"

[Hook x2]: What yall doing, p***y n****s hold up/
Hit the deck, I don't wanna see a nose up/
Stay on the ground, if you scared better fold up/
Crack the safe b****, this a muhf***ing Hold Up/

Verse:Yall know the drill, open what you stowing/
Try me and you get killed trying to be heroic/

Follow our directions and we'll be some kind fellas/
Or we'll store you for your value like a wine cellar/

We on a time limit, b**** you pushing my patience/
Comply or you bombs at a gasoline station/

Faster, I don't want cops outside waiting/
I'm Speedy Gonzalez if it come to car chasing/

Them streets notebook paper, I'd leave it torn/
The boys can't tell, my trail a sandstorm/

I don't have to worry, a plan my n****s carry/
Plot a spot out and branch it like a library/

Our only concern, is dipping from the coppers/
Quick enough to where they can't send helicopters/

We gotta blast off on em' like rockets/
Or the Apocalypse on Earth , the scene is chaotostrophic/

[Secret Weapon]

Check this out yall,

"Who Is You"

Verse: N****s aim much talk, but they flow is unmentioned/
Close to a spoiled child just wanting the attention/

No apple bobbing, have a barrel to yo mouth/
Mid point yall doubl-edged so there is no doubt/

I air you out, so you stiff like a sculpture/
My goons hungry, circling over you like a vulture/

Hit yo girl with a bone like the blade on yo shoulder/
Leaving holes in each section like a three ply-folder/

Learn this from Sub-Zero, there is not another colder/
Yall rock is pebble rubble, mine the size of a boulder/

High like the stars, view my field of astronomy/
Deal them angles well, never studied no geometry/

At the peak of my mountain, I see no one topping me/
My flow a gaze at the sun, bearing is too hot to see/

Hop scotching bear traps, advice better strap yo feet/
Or I'm a deli cept, you don't have to wrapped to eat/

[Secret Weapon]

This one is...... I don't know. Yall let me know!

"In Too Deep"

[Hook x2]: What we doing? Grinding on the street/
Like ballroom dancers, we stay on our feet/
What's our purpose, n***a we gotta eat/
And it's like a pitfall cuz in we in too deep/

Verse: I got heat down to glocks up to choppers/
Keep the avenue pumping, ducking them coppers/

I'm like the combination of a locker/
N***as hate because I'm hard to break like gobbstoppers/

Pick the speed up,yall slower than molasses/
Pitching on my block like rockets, I'm blasting/

I get deals like I signed to a label/
Supplying bosses what they need,call my crew Staples/

Slowing my hustle, n***a you lying/
Yo car can get pulled over like you drunk driving/

Just in case you think yall can shoot and dash/
I lead to assist my n***a like Steve Nash/

My flow is a flood, yours is a leak/
Run in my shop, you get butchered like some meat/

Playing with my bread, boy now you got beef/
A no show? Freddy Kruger, I'll get you in yo sleep/

[Secret Weapon]

This is the longest one that I have to date. I probably won't be posting in here until I get everything rewrote asnd cook up a couple more track ingredients but here I go!

"One Way Slumber"

Verse: Won't have to use yall name, so keep disses to a minimal/
Like telekinetics, feel this message as subliminial/

I try to speak about flashing cuz n****s is flopping/
So if yall food critics, look into my Baskin Robins/

Variety of flavors so b*****s urge for a taste/
Yall serve that artificial, casting real but you fake/

Hit a nerve between yo brain so thoughts start clogging/
An I when I start, I go for the distance but it's not even jogging/

Compare me to bingo and the Reaper cuz I always got yo number/
Got yall like a mammal hibernating, put through extended slumber/

There's not a real point writerblocking you dudes stuck/
My bars is Shang Shueng, they'll lift yo soul up/

Fronting like you gpt connects but we the #1 supplier/
Contained with heat, yall roll & tumble like clothes in a dryer/

Dudes urgent for the help, this s*** don't make sense/
My 40 a plastic surgeon, it operates facelifts/

Why you joking, I know yall want me on yo playlist/
Yo tracks a mute child, to me they don't say s***/

Shout out to my people for making me make this/
I'm in a drama play so I got two faces/

Must be speaking out of thought, you have me mistakened/
This beef a balloon, don't blow more then what you can take in/

You'll be behind the line except there's no waiting/
You shot is a coin toss, which side are you facing?/

I got yall on the ropes, so yo hole is just that bigger/
It's how you get around, I recline steps for you n***a/

My respect ain't shown, hire yall a gravedigger/
F*** if you hide, Ispot you like an auction's highest bidder/

Yall stumble in this movement, truthfully being honest/
Leave yo body for the wake, yo family knew I was modest/

Showcasing like someone will take the intrest?/
All you do is wonder plans like your making a wild guess/

It's like a woman in labor , there's too much pain to stress/
To the point it's emphysema, hard to catch a breath/

Call me a hippie, I always stay with the peace/
But if I'm forced, I'll be an airlift and release/

He want to be tested, call me teacher, lemme quiz em'/
My waist a James Bond vehicle, it has a self-defense system/

My life was like a burrow, it was hard to climb hung/
Now I have grip on the vine so like Tarzan, I'm swung/

No matter what's on my tray, I need food to run/
So jalepenoes ain't enough, I need to digest the Sun/

Setting foot on battlegrounds, carry more then just a gun/
Or be a soldier & be buried where you originated from/

In that position, you'll feel as if yo child got kidnapped/
And think you have AIDS cuz you couldn't prevent that/

If yo boy on bond, I'll make you the bailer/
Leave you stranded out at sea, now you old man sailor/

Get you ready for yo wake, just say I'm the tailor/
Do you like a package stamp, post, ship, I'm the mailer/

My lines a gasoline station, serves yall that premium/
With spirits out of this world, might need you a medium/

It's a must my actions by far from your doing/
Or you'll be a blind man, not knowing where you moving/

The game got more contest then ballin at the Rucker/
I'm on a long road ahead, so my purpose like a trucker/

Against me, reap to you is the life of a fly/
Being a brat to a mother, what I say won't abide/

You p*****s on my suface like a high and low tide/
An placed like the atmosphere, you underneath from the sky/

Claustrphobic in yo space, just face and except the dark/
Resist this nine turn you 180 like an ark/

I'm on the strip like bark but watch for the edges/
I got my chips straight, yall's not they ridges/

Just like a target, you get aimed at the center/
Cuz you go south like birds migrating in the winter/

I get deep in yo skin to pick at like a splinter/
Wit a feeling brought from the other day like you skipped dinner/

So I got more then a cause to bring yall outside the Earth/
By making you see the light, it's not recalled like yo birth/

Just to throw yall a party but you won't be awake/
Cuz you'll be the quest of honor wit yo family over yo face/

Mean yeah... but that's how I like it ! When I start getting on this new stuff, I will be putting more song variety in addition to the ones here. So when I get all that together, yall would think I'm something. Unhumane if you will. Especially since I'm getting that Something You Forgot beat by Lil Wayne. Anyway, Eastside all day and two fingers

[Dragoon General]

bro, that flow "lightiing that" is f***kin clownin.i just read that another one ("Pop my S***") about some baby gangster thats some good sh*t to. good wordplay and i like your transitions(sp?) keep doin what your doin. peace it bro

[Secret Weapon]

This is a joint that I wrote for my girlfriend. I'm going over that Ashanti's "Baby,Baby,Baby". I told her that I wasn't going to post this until next Friday when I come over but I just wanted yall to give me your opinions. I'm trying to not to cuss on a lot of my songs now so tell me what yall think and SSSSHHHH!!! Don't tell her...

Verse: One thing I'll say, you're part of my world/
Call me yo oyster (why?), you are my pearl/
When we first talked, I couldn't see yo angle/
Amanda Perez's prayer, God sent me an angel/
I put it on everything, you flier then an eagle/
Your sight is depth-defying like Evil Keneaval/
Give me a breather, lemme take a break/
Feel I got emphysema, it's hard to respirate/
To the point where I'm about to faint/
You give me that lift, I'm at heaven's gate/
I'm attached to you like two magnets/
Your Ms. Perfect to me and yes I will brag it/
Just to let you know, forget the obstacles/
I'm your imaginary world, baby anything is possible/
That goes for any day, I mean everyday/
Baby, I'd shine the sun on you on a rainy day/
Or kindle yo flame, just go wit my flow/
You'll do the same, but Millian it, dip it low/
Put that diamond on yo finger, yo happiness will show/
Don't smile at it's shine but how our promise will grow/

[Chorus] x2: I was going to tell em how you are my lady/
But how does me on one knee sound to you baby?/

[Hook] Why don't you marry me? (laughter) You put in the rest sweety

Verse: Now that you engaged, you tell yo friends & family/
I see you crying now, "My God, I'm getting married"/
Showing off yo ring, baby go ahead and flaunt it/
Stepping on new grounds, I'm feeling astronautic/
I'm wit my boys and they telling me different/
I heard it like a wrong turn because I missed it/
Should feel happy, instead I'm getting nervous/
This female on my lap isn't giving me encourage/
Now the day here's and I'm catching cold feet/
I'm late cause I'm pacing like a slow heart beat/
No flying, baby I'm soaring/
I'll be smashing through that lane faster then Jeff Gordan/
Cause at the end of the day, you umma break/
No games but I'll show you how to play patty cake/
That wasn't great? Then I'll put it down/
It can be a boxing match, we can go pound for pound/
Feel every inch when I stick you at a bend/
Lick you down low, you'll stutter like Joe's girlfriend/
It hurt when it pulse? Just keep me in you a while/
It's like you won't see me again when I say bear my child/

Verse: I wouldn't care whether you was silent or snoring/
As long as I see yo smiling face in the morning/
Kiss on yo neck as I feel on your warm shoulder/
That's my best part of waking up like a cup of Folgers/
Say this ain't real, that'll boil me/
Cause you my queen, daily I'll treat you as royalty/
Roll out the red carpet, you a mobile star/
My love scorch for you like the planet Mars/
Don't worry about the house, go take the day off/
Here some lee-way for the mall or yo fav. spa/
Though I got songs to write & earning me some paper/
Don't be sad in my absence, you'll get to see me later/
At times I know you'll be like I'm never home/
Jousting for the crown, baby I have to take the throne/
You'll sit beside me, Nap will be our kingdom/
These jesters? They're air, I'll never see them/
Salesmen trying to sway you is coming to a stop/
I'm planting seeds to watch us grow like a farmers' crop/
Everyday I'll have you be wit Brandy, sitting on the top/
People seeing why is like opening Pandora's Box/

I know it was like reading Moby **** but hey it's how I felt about her. I have some other NEW songs I'm working on right now but most of them aren't appropriate so I'll have to get back at yall with those !

Thanks for reading and hope that special person comes into your life (Mines did ). Take care,

Mark

[Secret Weapon]

Here's another guys!!! I'm going off of Lil Wayne's song ''I Know The Future". No ***'s in this one!

Verse:

Looking back at my life, I wish I had console/
Cause oblivion was pulling me in like a black hole/
Even looked left and right just for my safety measure/
My own family telling me rapping won't make you better/
My uncle was my mentor, showing me where to look/
Teaching me how to rhyme, from a rhyme to a hook/
Give me some time, I'll tell you where I'm at/
You have my utmost respect, AY WHATTUP WOOF PACK!!!???/
He said take what you have and advance that/
Cause lying to yourself can only cease a stance fact/
In the end, it's how you act so mines will take flight/
Where I fly it IS the future, it can't be in yo sight/

[Chorus x2]: My mind's in 50 segments but I want it in two/
I'm a keep my States United like the red, white, and blue/
Similar to Jay-Z and Biggie on the Commission/
007 my position, I am on a mission/

Verse:

What is fantasy??? Reality is my only option/
Ya'll see the Mission Impossible, I'll have it accomplished/
What you an accomplice??? OK, let's get it popping/
Time is crucial at hand with every tick that it's tocking/
Yes spy, I am rocking but let's stay casual/
I'm taking this by steps to instruct it like a manual/
No music file, my punchlines are Frostwire/
Evening time in the booth??? I spit that NightFire/
I'm printing this legible, so the text is fine/
My vision percepts value, I got that GoldenEye/
You can keep yo compass, I know my direction/
I wish a double agent come between my objective/

[Secret Weapon]

This is a track that I added to my first mixtape Translucent Truth. It's going of the Backwoods "You Gonna Love Me"

[Verse:]

Solo spit poetry wheter if it's loved or not/
No mountain climbing naw, no intention for the top/

I just want Naptown to see my plot/
Bellowing so much love they have to send it to my speakerbox/

Not Outkast, my rhymes ahead of your spitting/
Wreck quicly, wit thinking and put it all in a sentence/

I want my bread long and ad libs strong/
I'm sharp on a blunt why my hands pronged/

Dissing Naptown? I can get yo head gone/
Apply rhymes to your forehead, directly as Head-On/

Onto the next scene, endure all the hating/
Come to showtime, it's me the fans are spectating/

I'll stay sharp so even after all the hard work/
I bang instruments as a heavy metal concert/

If ya'll feel me, then know that this is evident/
I'm ****ing Indy up & don't care if she is celibate/

[Chours:]

The instrumental (And You) x4 (And (x1)) (You Gon (x6)) You Gonna Love Me

[Me:]

Look (laughter)... I got her saying
Indy... let's go

[Verse:]

Naptown I'm yo sponser, who I'm authentic with/
put me to work, here's my resume for he certificate/

Know I talk the talk and walk the walk/
With hieroglyphic wordplay archaeologists sought/

Support me now, not when you see me blow/
317Trap Ent. here/s yo CEO/

I don't want the mainstream, nor my image be sold/
So my gold talks manually, RC3PO/

It's funny people said that we'd never get a deal/
When I got Supermans' punches, welcome to Smallville/

Once I'm in the game, these artist will show scorn/
I'm not here to be the best, I'm here to brainstorm/

Ways that Midwest locks the game by it's horens/
Incline it Empire Sate high on heavenly platforms/

After I prove my worth Indy, you'll be appraising it/
You'll believe a higher power, no your not an aetheist/