WEEDED'S 30 LINES
This focus of mine....induces notes one of a kind
Scrap da diss verse, I'm worse when my vocab shines/
Weed broke through the bind, that was open, spoking devine
straight from the grains with remains still croaking my spine/
provoke or decline, either way..I'm earning my stripes
never bitten shit..written shit..spit shit ridiculous/
like syphillus blows, thats quick to sniffle your nose
Who's quick to expose, like movies and action flicks in a show/
I'm sick so you know.. throwed, but don't need medical treatment..
My threads are cohesive, to every head that will read this/
and understand the tribulations I'm facin in time/
replacing the rhyme in the rhythm encased in this shrine/
the face isn't mine, that hand isn't yours
I've been stranded before, won't break out like the clan's at the door/
I demanded a war, and took my trophy home to the shelf
disclosed in it's self, the illness suddenly rose in my health/
I'm opposed by the wealth, and the principles of it
makes me sick to my stomach, these top ten is quickly to plummet/
so take a look in my eyes, and see the crooked & wise
looking back at you, fiction and the facts are actual/
snapping through.. mind and matter the rhyme pattern
see the 'hi hat' jumpin thru speakers and lines gathering/
it's mind shattering, devine gene cells of Gene Hackman
seen between the spleen of my flow with siesmic rapping/
sieze the caption, make it bold which fakes compose...
sis- my known corrosive, dopeness that's learned to focus/
like a Ford does, more than morgue buzz from the dead
since 2003 I've watched ugly rear it's retched head/
in my direction, cut my eyes in sections.. devided my life
so I got my power with me..like Whitney I ain't dying tonight/