relentlessA Poem by Hunter Zabbai
one last thought before i spit this
im only relentless, never gonna quit this think you'll see me stopping, forget it better check your schedule ya getting ahead of yourself, you'll see but still lacking and running behind me While you napping and snoozing my maroon chevy malibu be smoked up, cruising dont copy me and what im doin ya trying to be your own man, well prove it lose it, or lose yourself in the moment ill make you disappear in thin air with one clip while your blood drip, i dip, to the manufactures department thats what they like to call my apartment the money i stack, honies i be bringing back is all dimes, saying that they love me coz my rhymes, yeah b***h i heard you and i know what you sayin aint true but go ahead and believe what you want always taught whatever ya got, ya gotta flaunt so i flaunt it, people think im haunted because im the motherfucking massacre like boston Massachusetts, putting mississippi on the map coz im a midwest dude but a southern boy true, son where ya from? ya done in the first place, no such thing as a first date if ya call sucking and f*****g with my girls mate a date, so dont be late or a mean muggin m**********r will wake, up and f**k you up, ill tie you up while i call your moms a s**t, why? coz why the f**k not im an american, and my rights I want if i slip up and forget the words ill quickly disperse a verse that I aint rehearsed, yet coz the s**t that come off the top of my head classifies me as the best and them other fuckers dead they bled, at about a quart an hour I got court in three hours, so blunts i devour but dont get me wrong, this facade is because i dont real gotta job, i just wake up hustle f**k and rob, smoking in between every time I do a thing, and right before I leave you right in ya rightful place, make no mistake about it, theres a new king of the midwest and they crownin, me, not you coz ya fake and and evaporate like everclear, true and im the wild turkey whiskey, the 100 proof even drunk off the bourbon still prove that i shoot and dont miss, unless its a misses then i just steal from her and all her b*****s what else I gotta do prove to you clowns that im posted high on my cloud and im never coming down around here, that's the fear you have fear they gave to your moms and dad they implanted you with it from birth, and now you got a picture of a flag on your shirt what makes it worse is you go out killin first from the safety of your own church, makes me hurt sickness in my stomach, maybe i need some pumpin like i got f*****g alcohol poisoning or somethin but thats just fronting, my songs is bumping from the back of ya trunk, or on the PA at the club I got a fat sack of the illest bud, while them other playas smoking up on the dopest crud Dr. chronic, whatever, I got it I brought it hot, dont play like it's not but im a compassionate, charismatic individual in the eyes of the government imjust another criminal they cant see what they wont believe no eye openers, no experience, reliving it never missin it, the life i walked away and left behind only looking forward, to takin whats mine and rightfully use my gift to get some s**t the life i dreamed of, making people scream, uh filling up the seats with people just like me looking for a vacation from reality, see? i aint all that bad, in fact im glad that im gonna be a dad raise my son up better than that f**k up ken havent seen him since early twenty ten. been around the world and came back again now he's facebooking me, acting like we're friends but god only comes around at your wits end coz thats where he exists, to take care of what ya missed, but im hear to bless ya b***h givin the people a new cure for the itch so sit back, relax, and groove to this record and for the record, let me state who else can do this better? no one alive, so i guess its my time to rise and shine, and take my post People better know what happens if they try to get close. I guess that's why they call me the holy ghost.
© 2010 Hunter Zabbai |
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Added on September 12, 2010 Last Updated on September 12, 2010 Author
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