Crazypaintballer

Hip hop rapping’s what’s called the real game, shit’s un-tamed, timed, with weak blind one side bs lines broken like the sheeple’s mind-Rapping time. Mainstream is rapping for money-sold out MC wannabes, more like hollow wrappers than fluency or strait and narrow-rolled to heed.. calls from the master’s teeth, puppet fools with gangster leans-about the image but not MCs the assault would drop ‘em to their knees and make ‘em freeze with cold blood to seize, some might seem cool on tv but they still sold out for cash and greed, forget what you read, magazines-are-propaganda-think about what it makes you think and see, do not breed, the same kinda wack dis-ease, just drop a line with your head and try not to forget the beat. Think on your feet, find wack rappers ‘round mid-day, that’s about when it’s time to eat, digest the beat and flush their lines to swallow these.

The unimaginable intangible substantial sabbatical, thought-forms of the rich, and they calling us radical they’re defected, egocentric fucks and demented they live in make-believe, run the department ‘nough said just wanna see you dead, if-not-your-kids me-di-a gettin in your head attention spread, like lead in the cut poisoning eyes til they bled to the butt no personality fucks that wanna strut fronting labels for comfort I ask what? brainwashed for the scene in a month coming up to bat and ending with a bunt blunt.. hunt on a dime smokin all the time not a crime if it is against humanity then why does it make me see things so pleasantly divine cut like a freebie mouthin against weed is mouthin against a plant g, the plant’s green, making air paper kind and policy what the fucks a problem with gas oil and energy? medcine sen and occasionally a couple seeds the shit should be free but we’ll have to wait n’ see plant your seed and grow a tree make it obvious that you say fuck the system’s greed I wanna smoke my green and if you don’t like it bitch then we’ll scrap and see, jurisdiction is imaginary so back the fuck off of my private property, pigs wanna search tell ‘em nothin except that you disagree, vote against their shit faithfully, legalize the plant so we can all be free.

I’m dope like a cronic tree crossing with white rhino seeds still the dopest hobby rhymer exploding like catastrophies burnin trees everyday is the lifestyle don’t concede just proceed with the second’s style and what it breeds, on your mind I feed read defile beat and plant my seeds, flowing like the rush that you get from your super weed it’s what you want and what you need just don’t forget to breath and just be free, love the life and rock with me, this shit’s for ya’ll so hope ya read, now I’m out for now yo peace