Wednesday, November 10, 2010

The Cure

Hip-hop is the only cure.

even the haze at it's most pure can barely faze me

life's stir crazy, grew up MIA, but home is lil Hatti.



Man I'm so damn sick

Produce the proscription for a beat thick

for a beat nick,I need to heal quick.



Inject the bass to the blood flow,

Pop a instant relive treble and go

to the catalyst to catch a show.



Thank you spirit of hip hop for healing my sorrow,

Due to you life is worth waking up to tomorrow

pleas excuse the bass quake from my carro

and the don't mind the smoke form my ciggaro



The beat leas and I follow

like a cobra to a charm

The mic, an extension of my arm

cause for alarm, my arm is armed

and set to stun, let my hip hop get your blues on the run



I won't stop till your troubles are gone and your having fun

only at that time I know hip hop's job is done.



yeah that's that cure man, kanye west put it best

check if it's pure man

I put my tong to some Cd's, I ain't sure man

but if you hand me the mic I got the plan to help you understand

the difference  between generic pharmaceuticals and name brand.








 



 

Monday, November 8, 2010

NOT WORKING

I feel like saying I stay working hard on my art. It's not work. It's more along the lines of therapy.

So I guess I should say I'm working on my self.