Rap Game locked

Rap Game locked

A Poem by Mario Vitale
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A rich experience with words that rap

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ain't know love in this Mother F****r

when you put me to the test you'll get a fist

not going to stop until you drop there will be no tears in the end

took my pistol off then cocked it making my way about my business

they'll be no witnesses to this homicide

I know this Mother F*****g game is locked

wait I got to pray but he put his hands in my face

stay true to yourself F**k the dumb s**t

you think I'm under a lot of pressure

some say life has no meaning no meaning

we were all born to die so stay your screaming

mean while on the South Side of town

rolling through the mother f*****g hood what do you see

now we got to deal with the survival things

never cracked under pressure cause i was raised for combat

never mother f*****g love for fools cause you sing the blues

recognize a real G from the streets

rap us up a fatty cause we got to keep this game swing

leave you stomach open to keep your case chosen

 

one, two, three

one, two, three..

sitting at the stop light looking at Ho's

roll out to the b***h to say what's up

gave her some game now I got that b***h

called me hommie told my hommies its on

got a few honey's say they want to moan

now there bringing weed sit back & follow my lead

hung up the horn & the horn was alive

take one of those b*****s to the slaughter hole

told my hommie play it down cause your acting like a fool

I grabbed her a*s in the back & she hit me alive

believe me when your down at your pad

hoping that you won't loose your cool

we can roll to see the sights take down tonight

an open and shut situation

cop got capped they want to change the situation

vibration, temptation aggravation

boys got a magazine yet don't know how to act

hommies make me sick sucking on the devil's dick

can't stop blowing up the charts tight

 

stay alone starring at my room looking at candles

at night I can't sleep but I got my candle stick burning

cause the hommies that I thought I had

use their money for their new cribs

day by day is impossible to cope

think that i'm the one doing dope

one time for you mother F*****g mind

roll my top in my hard hat

I'm not your average mother F****r

chained through the slave got these rhymes locked right

 

 

 

© 2017 Mario Vitale


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Added on December 19, 2017
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Mario Vitale
Mario Vitale

Wolcott, CT



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