Kuniva - MySpace lyrics

rate me

Yo, I know that I was born to be a soldier

A prophet and a king,

Smooth as eye lee as I hear

When boxing in the ring

Of course, I’m barely stable

When I’m popping with the thing

It’s never concealed, I keep it out

I’m rocking with the bling

I’m cold hearted, I calculate,

I profit with the scheme

Leave the barrel smoking robin son

My heat wave supreme

My philoso, ghetto vision, the mind of Picasso

Hostile, copping them big thangs like Casco

I don’t speak out of term but mean what I say

Look down the barrel of a 44 and gleamed in my face

It was my fault for slipping and for thinking it was safe

I was in my teens, learned so many lessons in the day

Now I get to drop like the clumsy nigga with the vase

Hit the spot like grannies cooking, creeping with the k

Drunk driving with the flow, I guess I’ll make my own lane

The ones you grind with are the ones that you don’t blame

My feelings going numb, niggas burp me again

Barely associates, I don’t really care to be friends

I don’t feel niggas, fiend real ones turn into bitches

Better yet, I’ve seen bitch niggas fake like they real ones

Betrayal is the lesson if you lucky learn from it

Either you in...or you crash and burn from it

In the meanwhile get money and prosper

Liquor, hip hop, drugs and hundred round choppers

My son got health problems and it fucked with my brain

The shit I go through would drive the average parent insane

Some of my best friends snake me, but I still maintain

The shit they did and said about me, dog

They oughta be ashamed

I don’t hide behind lies, you and your crollies can die

And I ain’t with the thumb shit, you know the homies arrive

Now back to the bars, I’m a different type of breed

Lyrically I’m on a different level, kick it with the G’s

I drink the backpackers and the dread heads with ease

Or hit the ...on the homies cedar with the cheese

I’m cooler than the breeze, the flow is hotter than belize

I achieve as far as the human mind can conceive

My verse is parallel to a spike steering wheel

Can’t really put a grasp on it, but you know it’s real

A million dollar baby tryina get like uncle Phil

I am legend handcock over the ... I will

My mouth is too foul, but I’m gutter, that’s the east in me

Just a beast in me, spazz I leave the peace envy

More money, more problems, with increased envy

Simple, y’all pull it out, give you all at least 50

I get the goons or let them out the van case smoking

Pops said who in the hell left the gate open

Blow your face open, stay scoping, they hoping

That I slip but I’m hard to play like bake touring

Rappers claim to be the bomb and y’all can blow us a gun

Red bottoms on my feet after I slip in your blood

You think it’s a game my nigga it’s beyond that

This ain’t known no hip hop shit, this is beyond rap

Nigga you don’t ... you a fraud, but I’m maraud

That you a man but acting like a bitch make you a broad

I applaud you for the times that you appear to be real

Things people do, they sell they soul to get them a deal

But I’ma throw a bread, niggas saw me packing for real

And I ain’t never showed it off to state the facts that I’m real

Before that gun lights...you was home nurturing your fycuses

Heat is tear your flesh like syroyosis

Humble niggas quick now we talking on some righteousness

Fuck you and the battle in and the ciphering

Cause niggas with the motor mouth be running out of nitrogen

Show me where the crisis is, I’ll turn all that liveliness

Into a non easy type of quietness

Right where that violence is

Duck when the blood spill

If I want the thugs will

Bullets fly and bring you high down

Now that’s a buzz kill.