A Writteninpain Carlos Lavezzari & JAMIE BOND COLLAB

A Writteninpain Carlos Lavezzari & JAMIE BOND COLLAB

    My pen don’t cap

    So my ink spills at will

    No hype just type how you might feel

    Your writes don’t ignite the right feel

    Its about to be lights out...like you forgot the light bill

    YO WIP

    MEMBA BACK IN THA DAY WHEN THEY USE TO SAY

    TAKE A CHILL PILL

    YOU AIN’T NO BOSS YOU THINK YOU RICK ROSS FOR REAL

    WIT CHA SHIRT ALL OPEN YO WUT CHA SMOKIN

    I BE HANDIN OUT FREE RAPE WHISTLES AT GOODWILL LIKE TOKENS

    Yeah remember back in the day

    They use to say keep it real

    Now they couldn’t keep real if they put it in a safe

    didn’t they say someplace

    Real recognize real

    Well I ain’t never seen ya face

    AND UMMM SPEAKIN OF FAKE

    YO TELL ME WHY EVERY-TIME YOU MEET A CHICK

    SHE INSISTS THAT SHE GOT INDIAN BLOOD IN HER

    TILL SHE GET WEAVE WET AND HER YAKI GET NAPPY

    AND THEN SHE ON THAT BLACK POWER BULLSHIT

    Black fist up but wont swing it

    Talk shit but won’t bring it

    Even if you double jump I won’t king it

    You don’t even bump right

    So I’m about to cut yo ass up like I was trump tight

    I swear after Jamie done ya might need a new mic

    WIP

    A WASTE OF TIME THEY BE LIKE TASTELESS MIC N IKE’S

    REALITY IS WE NEED RECIPROCITY CUZ SENSUALITY IS SENSELESS

    BE LIKE GET IT IN CUM QUICK

    WENT FROM POETRY TO CUM FIND A HOLE IN ME

    CALL IT HOETRY THESE POETS JUST CANT SPYT HOMEY

    Crusty bozo and the rest of you clowns

    Sitting down spitting down sum shit you just scribbled down

    You don’t spit... ya shit just dribble down

    Get a bib for these babies, who just bump they gums

    Can’t see the bread... Cause they dying over crumbs

    YEAH WIP

    AND WHEN SUMBODY GETS HURTS THEN IT STOPS BEING FUN

    GONNA NEED SOME PALL BEARERS BEFORE I'M DONE

    YOU CAN’T TOUCH THIS TONIGHT I GOT THA FIRE DEPT ON DECK

    YOUR MIC CORD MIGHT BE THE FLINT TO A DYNAMITE STICK

    PROTECT YO NECK HOMEY YALL LOOKIN LIKE WILE E COYOTE!!!

    That means you done fell of a cliff

    In a cloud of smoke

    Them scripts you got only hot

    When you round ya folks

    It was all fun spitting that shit you wrote

    Till Jamie’s gun start spittin rounds now who got jokes!!!!

    IS THERE A POETIC AA YO I DUNNO THEY CANT REALLY COPE

    STEVE JOBS DIES DON’T QUIT CHO DAY JOB YOU A HOPELESS POET

    FAKE 2PACS TALKIN BOUT THEY GOT SHOT 5 TIMES WE'LL MAKE IT 6

    CALL THE CORONER FOR THE TORTURED CUZ WE TORCHED YA SHIT

    BREATHIN THRU PAPER LIKE ITS GAUZE WIP VISITS THE BURN UNIT