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A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

right now im on some real hustle hustle s**t
coz this living to work to get bye i'm f*****g done with it
never quit, persistent, till my name is on wikipedia coz fans request it
i blessed this verse, anti-biotic to your curse, noticed like a mustard stain
on a white shirt, i was born last, but feel like the first
quit my job today as i pissed on my managers t shirt
let loose so i choose to do this rapping s**t coz it sound cool
f**k that, music changed my life, back right, kept my targets on sight
limelight and prime-time, a total reversal rehearsal from the crime-time
my life it's mine, only one chance to make yourself shine
like a prime rib no fib i'm  usda one hundred percent
the best money well spent
i know you're controlled by dollar menus coz government screws you
so i f**k the government sideways till they s**t's loose
used to rock a chevy malibu till i wrecked into a bank, that's true
never huff air duster while you drive, try to arrive alive
what am i saying, if i could do it again, i'd act like the motherfucking fool i am
the plan, man, is to kill stan, rape pakistan, dropping bombs like hussein on crack and
i'm the right hand to every left, the better of the two, dominant in chess
coz that's what life is, so don't be the pawn, a fawn
f**k up the whole front lawn
and crawl if you fall, ball your whole life, after all
the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
so check out ya subway, five dollars goes along way
economy got on top of me like fifteen hits of sunshine lsd
now i must be trippin, what am i sippin
this beer oh yeah it's clear now my head's in the clouds
of dodja not to lose composure, run you over in a land rover
stolen, holden caulfield of rap, you emcees are phony and wack
and i'll keep talking s**t till my bones erode
no control, these flows, keep my a*s on the road
composure is kept, when i slit your throat on ya front steps
who's the best real emcee with lyrical excitement like me?
i guess you call em legends like jay-z, em and biggie
but that orders backwords, so listen to it again
take my words to the headlines with a spin
i'm on it again, the chronic, boughten like a pawn at an auction
know that no other emcee knows as much as me
intelligent, heaven sent., with a bullet proof vest, to plow through all the rest
i get your girl undressed, you flow bounce like a bad check
i never rest, until i get my shot at fame and deserve respect
but somethings just don't exist
like a b***h who clean and cook with big tits
so emcees quit ya sissy fits about the bling and the cars
here's a real rapper with the mindset of a rockstar
f*****g people up at bars, slipped in just another sin
when i wake up guarantee i'll be back again
try and kill me i'm eternal like the infernal fire you liar
i'm tired of liars taking over this rapping f*****g empire
it's like ever since biggie left there was a skill that was never met
so quit with the kottonmouth, my flow is wetter than a b***h down south
of the border watching hoarders while your w***e borders by controller
old school like nintendo
ain't playing pretend, yo
i keep it old school, to break new rules
new school just fools, take a look back if you wanna be cool
haha, you a fool in a dunce hat with a hunchback you soundwack
get on the stairmaster for you get on the track

© 2010 Hunter Zabbai


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Added on December 24, 2010
Last Updated on December 24, 2010