I swear i'll bring ya terror like ya neva seen before, ya think ya safe but wait you forgot ta lock tha door! No more mista nice guy i've had it wit that shit, now my 45's tha only guide to survivin in this bitch. Click click,wut do you do when that sound is summoned upon, do you return tha signal back or duck haul ass and run? Don't be dumb number 1 is the only scene to perform, you can only face your fears by battlin beast inside tha storm! It's gettin warm of course i know this, tha room begins ta steam, my mind rymes become nicotine as your mind slowly starts ta fiend. It seems my dreams bring me occasional stress, but I refuse ta stay depress i'll take it out on your chess. Lets guess tha best way for us ta go about thangs, other wise i'll improvise and you can pay me in pain. I fe fi my foes fum, blow'um ta kingdom com, strike they ass so hard i leave their obituaries numb. I step in paths quick ta blast from premeditated tendacies, friend is just a word we use for questionable enemies. Hennesy mixed wit coke i choke as bud smoke surrounds me, all discretion is advised,"hostility has found me". Around me,my pistols bound ta be so don't be shocked, when it's cocked and put ta ya dome it's on ready bitch or not! Hot tater tots watch out i'll fill yo mouth up wit death, fa fuckin wit a felon yellin piss on yaself!!!!! Why you wanna be mad doggin me? I don't fuck with nobody, unless they fuckin' with me. I can be the rough type if you wanted it, but most quit when they find out who they dealin' wit. I hate the type of niggaz that come to dabble up and down shit, down to face shit. Heinsight tryin' to prove that they got us to pick the wrong time, wrong place, now it's time to get it started. Bump that talk, if you can walk that walk with a mouthful of salt given facial assaults. Gary, Tom, Dick, and Mary, nigga, you don't scare me. I got a homie by my side, his name is Dirty Harry. I don't really wanna have to blast nobody so don't be starin' at me like you plannin' on robbin. Now you ain't no tough guy, no rough lie, nigga, keep starin' at me you be a busted eye nigga. Now the 40 Thevz don't be slippin' or trippin' or startin' no shit when it's time to handle business. What happened to the love? I think it faded out late back in the sixties. Now, I got every single nigga out to get me, lookin' at me crooked eye, when the dealer could be starin' at suicide. I really can't call it, but niggaz get this when you ballin', and ain't involved in it. So, now you wanna give me evil stares, not that I really care, but why you wanna be mad doggin me? (A FLOW DONE BY ME THE MASTER MIND E-REC) in split seconds mass freestyles come to mind which i cooridinate upon microphonal stances i vision emcee's brains desinigrate it remains on this universe no other will ever relate intellectual freestyles come to the dome as i create flows which violate you're mind state as i continue with this freestyle trait my lyrics travel throughout you're dome as i mold my inner thoughts upon the microphone emcees enter my lyrical zone yet the the mentally deprived it is unknown that my reighn of power will never cease to roam for eternally i am placed on this lyrical throne as i come with organized evilness like Al Capone i effect every emcees dome like a cellular phone causing brain tumors as you realize you are all alone for emcees enter my rhythmical chambers realizing they are nothing but a lyrical clone as i release complex rhymes which leave you prone in a flash of light Catastrophe is gone and all that is left is a broken microphon (ANOTHER FLOW DONE BY ME THE E-REC!!!) Ive come thru to break yo neck like u givin yoself a blow/ Like Joe Piscapo/yo shit iz played out/u gettin laid out/ Im at da top while niggaz fade out/like fade to black Sorry CHAVALAS made 2 be whack,those da ones Im fuckin hatin/ Im from da West but aint rollin on datons/I gotcha waitin/ 4 da Armaggedon/beheadin mcs up on my guillotine All up in yo chest like niccotine/I make u scream/ Like janet Jackson in a closed casket/Ill whip yo ass quick/ Im bouts 2 fuck yo bitch but firt I gots 2 get some plastics!! MY LAST FLOW BY ME DA NOCTURNAL THUG E-REC AKA EXPLICIT-G AKA VICENTE JESUS SOTO! ESE, give me some brew an I might just chill, but I'm the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill I'm steal doobies spit loogies when I puff on it, I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enuff on it go get the S-t. I-d-e-s never the less, I'm hella Fresh, rollin joints like a cigarrette so pass it cross the table like Ping Pong, I'm gone, beatin my chest like King Kong, it's on, wrap my lips around a 40, and when it comes to get another stogie, fools all kick in like Shinobi no, me ain't my homie to begin with, it's too many heads to be poppin at my friend hit it unless you pull out the phat, crispy five dollar bill on the real before its history cos fools be havin the vaccum lungs, an if you let em hit it for free, you hellar "dum-dum-dum-dum" I come to school with a taylor on my earlobe avoidin all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos I be blowin up the land like where tha bomb at? give me two bucks, you take a puff, and pass my bomb back suck up the dank like a slurpy the serious bomb will make a nigge go delirous like Eddie Murphy I got more growin pains than Maggie cos homies nag me, to take the dank out of the baggie (ANOTHER FOW BY E-REC) It was this bitch that I knew back from '96 Graduated and made it from the college of dicks Now who the fuck you be, bitch you know me Tryin to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key Nah hoe I ain't po', where did my motherfuckas go I remember this hoe, she used to do nails for Rochelle's, well How the hell you been since I had no job Hum, why don't you give me some Cause you know I flow and run for Suave Nah, all of that was on the couch No doubt, yall records been yall records big, yall shipping in gold It's cold on the outside lookin' in (Brrrr!) You'd besta make yourself worthy Cause I got a click of niggaz ready to get their johnson very dirty You heard me pushin thirty Picks up side your pearlie Ain't this a bitch I remember when you would not give me shit Now you down for them habbits Put your numbers on the napkins Make it snappy cause I got to go to the bathroom......... (ANOTHA FLOW BY E-REC THE RYME TERRORRIST) When I first met you, wasn't lookin' for a wife just somebody, to keep a ese warm in the night. Since you was down, freakin', we can do some meetin', parlayin', I got half on the boom in the trunk. But you gotta understand girl, I'm a man girl, don't go gettin' yourself mixed up in somethin' you can't handle. So, if it's good to you, like it's good to me then we can kick it, but I ain't tryin' to be in no commitment. I got too much stress dealin' with the system and tryin' to provide a house and home for my children. Cause women be trippin', when they don't get no attention, and I ain't in the position, so you can't take care the loot, it's yo decision. Talk for a minute, but don't wear my ears out, I want some time, you wanna grind, we gon have to work this out. I never said I love you, I'm just not your hoe, and you gon have to show, you got some somethin' for a sister grow. I wanna post up twenty foreplay, Bombay, bump the O.J. sixty-nine ways. Gotta keep it real cause there ain't no future in this. I wanna talk, you wanna stick, kiss the lips, hit it quick. I got news for you, we bout to compromise, boo, you even see the thighs, you gon have to spend a lotta time tryin' to paperchase. But you gon have to break me off for that tryin' to play me off, don't mistake me to be soft. All I wanna do is spend some time with you. And all I wanna do is bump 'n grind with you. Can we get together when the time is cool? It's alright with me, if it's alright with you. All you wanna do is bump 'n grind with me. And all you wanna do is spend some time with me. We can bump 'n grind but not for free. Well, you better get a hustle or a j-o-b. All of a sudden wanna play me like Willie Lumplover. Ain't nothin' like a thief, I saw the game comin'. Say you got one, three months in the oven, and you need a nigga to break you off somethin'. But Mrs. Butterworth, tell me what it's worth, want me to play like I played in a church, but I ain't even got it, if I did I wouldn't do it. It was cool, but let's call it a truce, and come anew. Cause I know you ain't pregnant, that's just a weapon women sometimes use to keep their nigga from steppin'. Take the good with the bad and the bad with the good, I thought you understood you was fuckin' wit a nigga from the hood. I'm a type of man that understand your needs, but I can't pay you cause I got too many mouths to feed. So what you wanna do, you gotta let me know, cause females come quicker than the metro. (A FLOW BY MY HOMIEZ 40 THEVZ & MALIKA!) I see niggaz lookin' at me like I done beat up there momma, but we ain't got no beef it's just a struggle for powa'. See, when niggaz get together they be trippin' eyeballin' me just to catch my attention. Shit is gettin' serious, if you didn't notice, niggaz is bustin' instead of comin' from the shoulders. I can speak for Cali, but I can't speak for you. You either step with your weapon or you step with your crew. M-Mad Doggin, red eyein, it's all the same chumps might as well ask what set I claim. (Where you from?) Lookin' at me as If I was a enemy, but if I'm the enemy, you better take a look in the mirror, G. Could it be I look like someone you know, someone you knew, or someone you done somethin' too? You better tuck in your leather for your trip cause you never know when the night is who you might be fuckin wit'. (ANOTHA FLOW BY MY HOMIEZ THE 40 THEVZ) A bitch nigga wit an attitude named Cube Step to Com wit a feud Now what the fuck I look like dissing a whole coast You ain't made shit dope since AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted to cease from the Midwest to the East On the dick of the East for your 1st release Your lease is up at the crib, house niggaz get evicted And videos wit white boys talking you get Wicked Natural Born Killa, nigga you natural born God Look, read listen, got the nerve to say you rob Hyprocrite, I'm filling out your Death Certificate Slanging bean pies and St Ide's in the same sentence Shoulda repented, on the 16th of October Get some beats besides George Clinton to rock over Rap career is over, better off acting What trouble I see, you're managing WC and Wack 10 You backed in to a four corner hustla Lying on your dick, said you was fuckin her Use Higher Learning, don't take my words out of text Went from gangsta to Islam to the dick of Das EFX It'll take the Nation of Millions to Hold Me Back From giving you mouth shots or hit wit the pipe Ralph got When sucker ain't around, it's your Friday, it was good I wasn't salty, she was wit the Boyz N the Hood I see the bitch in you when you don't speak your mind The bitch in you, looking me in my eyes lyin I see the bitch in you, simply hard, you find The bitch in you but yo it's coming out Up on this rap shit, Cube, I'm calling out I break in and smack niggaz that's in the Slaughterhouse This ain't no East coast, West coast, none of the above I'm from Chi, I went to Cali, niggaz gave me love There's a thin line between the fake and the real Grafted ass nigga, I see through your Glass Shield Had skills once upon a time on this project, yo I'm a have ta wreck a Ho'shea I heard a ho say you her favorite rapper (So what) so I had to slap her, ugn And violate you, a Muslim drinking brew Your nigga ain't no Mack 10, he's a 22 I seen you, you ain't say shit to ATL Cube, I like that diamond charm, I might cuff it, then sell It out, like you sold Kam and Threat A year ago, you wasn't talking shit about the West Guess you knew you're shit was done plus the one got you cable Hoo Bangin, you ain't banging shit but the table And the Circle Madd, ain't got no choice but to fight Ain't none of y'all muthafukas got a chance on the mic Anytime you come out, yo, I'm a talk about you Until you let that bitch in you, walk up out you Any last words before I hit the switch From the immortal words of one, a bitch is a bitch (A FLOW BY MY HOMIE COMMON HE BE ON MY NEW ALBUM LIFE OF A CHICANO) YouknowhatI'msayin', word up! La the Dark... yo, this brilliant companion peace to the original approach my slang and end up in critical condition when I let my shell I ain't missin' technician, you get stabbed back in position I know that money bring bitches and bitches on to be trusted some rappers sniff coke and others be gettin' dusted city lights, a minute with new books to read I feed my man lock down, my physicals and my seeds I ain't got shit, while you rap niggas be playin' wigs and you the Vegas in the ditch, makin' life cold switch I'm invincible, you get dead before you start my night for sharp, push raps spikes to your art La fight dirty, I strike first I snatch it a purse inside my verse, takin' to the edge of the earth and throw you over, son you drunk I smack you sober assassin, blastin' enough your range rover Chorus Verse Two: triple darkness, yo, expedition yo, i'm from a long weeded stick up kids, coke and hustlers gars for cars, strong arms, Tech dusters the streets got me in a ocean deep Khuan i'm leap, a bum told me life is cheap my lyric's dancin', lamp and eatin' fish in a Wu mansion apart place i'ma dance and only my wiz i'm romancin' hostted all you chicken niggas get rosted I read manuscrip in 97 whips hells is tosted I say some my minute your Benz and get benit my guns get more open than a enveloppe with money in it where I live it's only crack, fiends and dirty jeans shorties on the block with the platinum drug dream everything in our seems I got bagged at 14 on a highway runin' guns outta New Orleans it's La, what you think them niggas trimbellin' pink stumblelin' you a cat to turn tough on a drink keepin' you lifted remenisce on what Chris did pull out the mac and shop for a cat in a scebelian right in front of the buildin' with kids playin', Shelly's playin' on the second floor Shelly mom's prayin' got cough by a stray in a window in broad day and she die, fucked up and had to be that way it was a drunk nigga who done it word up! youknowhatI'msayin', yo (A FLOW BY MY HOMIE La the Darkman) Now lets take a trip down memory lane when things first started but its not the same when life with the Dubb in a way was kinda hopeless sipped out with the crew now its all in focus layin back kickin dope rhymes with my kin Glaze, M&M, Dubb, and Twin growin up from neighborhood kids on the block damn, who'd a eva thought (A FLOW BY MY HOMIE T-DUBB) Mmm, mmm-mmm Check it out, the Queen Bee That's me My man E-rec, he's up next Yeah, check it out Hey, yo E-rec There's a lot of mufuckers out here that wanna be like us... real bad But we got to show them who's on top Nuhmean? Uh, check it out, uh Fellow bitches, adapt to any rebel wishes Check it out, the Queen Bee Lil' Kim, Yeah That's right Lil' Kim in the house Check it out Wit my man, E-rec Uh Sometime a gal can get couth, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh! Ain't that the truth? Frontin like they bulletproof And those with no couth Get thrown off the roof, like Bishop with the Juice part-nah, let your noose loose Bitches got the audac-ity tryin to say they gettin cash like me, get ass like me You couldn't be as classy as me Even if you roll a Eva curtain and diamonds on the surface it just defeats the purpose Hoe, I'ma double bitch I lick dicks sometimes for the hell of it Who stack chips like computers never celibate Stash weed in Bermuda Look around, look around, the room's empty So, I guess that be me The Queen B, Double E I keep my foes close like I used to chop my hoes close But this cat named Gicanno's Who used to call me bag lady Cause if you lick me from my index finger to the thumb, it shouldn't stay numb See, I live this life, you wish this life Dream this life, of royals Motherfuckers got you gas motor spoiled So what you gonna do when you run out of oil? Crumble like the foil This goes out to you Sealed with a kiss, the Queenuesche Uh, yeah, check it out Me and my man E-rec; we just doin this shit That's why I'm up next, you know what I'm sayin? We been there (A FLOW BY MY GIRL LIL' KIM THANX BABY 4 HELP OUT MY PAGE) Behind the wheel, other foot's on the pedal Bang, bang, earned another neighborhood medal Hit the pedal, it sounded like this Another one down on his death list Stayed pissed tight fist, when one even glanced Tech-9 slid in front of his pants At a dance one disses his partner Bo Kid ain't know Bo was with Lil Trig and Joe Joe asked Bo: 'Yo, you know that kid?' 'Step to that kid for what he done did!' So Bo stepped, talked to me son? Bang, bang, bang, got done, not one Bodies dropped, yes, yes, he did Sprayed the whole spot, guess who? IT'S ESE DANGER Was on a mission going bazerk Sucked his teeth when moms mentioned work 'Jerk, jerk, good for nothing bum!' Pops said to Lil Trig, his son, while sipping rum Was numb, no sorrow when playing crap Stayed strapped when he'd loose, pulled out and attacked Took the bank, that's how he live, he didn't give a Shot any and plenty, yes, Lil Trigger... Lil Trig, many feared and disliked So cold he robbed a lady who had no sight Blind, didn't matter, he'd shoot a cop Wouldn't stop till he seen the cop drop He shot a kid dead in the dome Took his ride, Rolex and cellular phone Guess what he done next? Crashed his girl cause she had sex... With this kid on the other side of the town Trig was steaming hot, said gonna kill that clown Called three of his soldiers, they rolled out Looking for that kid's whereabouts... Creeped slowly, lights off, car full I'm not even gonna mention first who pulled... At five kids kicking it on the steps Bang, bang, bang, sound of a Tech Ducked, bullet flew through a screen Hit a girl in the eye, only thirteen From a donut spot came to where they was firing High beams, colorful lights and sirens Quick U-turn, Trig kept spraying but... Cop shot the driver, threw the door in the gut Car out of control, hit a pole Two dead, other knocked out cold Trig in a daze, cop said: 'Hands up! I repeat!' He did the opposite, bang, dead in his seat One survivor serving life, can you figure? Was it the gov't, his pops, the streets this be ESE DANGER (A flow by my homie Ese Danger) I woke up in the morning, on a regular day I knew my man named R, would be around my way I brushed my hair, my teeth, suddenly I washed my face Then he came over my house with the drug base He kept saying if I take one hit of a pipe I write records to rhyme before the rest of the night I said, "R, I don't do drugs, or drugs are whack" And ain't that base drug like a drug, CRACK He said no Solo, see base is the shit Girls puff of base, and everybody does it He left off quick and left me the base and the pipe And I thought I write a record a rhyme, before I reach night I said if that's true, but any case I couldn't wait to write my record after I smoke the base He left the crib, I heard the telephone It was my mom telling to watch my sister 'till she gets home I hung up the phone, with no time to waste I put my sister in the kitchen so I could smoke the base It had a funny taste but it didn't taste bad I felt hot That's when I got my pen and pad I wrote a rhyme it was funky I broke in a race 'Cause the rhy that I wrote, tried to run off my page I said, "Stop rhyme" Then I grabbbed the rhyme and cut the rhyme That I've seen running in my sight I got a mind was happy when I thought the rhyme was dead Some leaf swong and caught me square on the head I fell on my floor and The rhyme grabbed the knife And cut my little sister I thought it took her life She fell on the floor, blood covered the rug The rhyme was left and to my surprise I knew something was bugged I got on the phone to call the cops, "what should I do?" You'd did the same thing if you was in my shoes As I started talking I seen the rhyme run by And hit me with a can of ravioli in my eye I fell on the floor look and when my vision cleared I looked around the house and see the rhyme disappeared I started to cry I said, "Oh, what would my mom say?" That's when I heard a cop pulled up into the driveway She came in the house she took a look at the place See my sister still bleeding the knife and the base She said, "You cut your sister while you were smoking that shit" I said, "Mom, I didn't cut 'er, the rhyme did it" I knew this was the truth, mom thought it was a lie Some of y'll might even think it's just a Tale From The Left Side (By my homie Ese Danger) (CONTINUE IN MY ALBUM LIFE OF A CHICANO) Mom was crying, she ran in shocked Got on the phone, and then she started crying to the cops So I ran out the door, and I looked for The rhyme that cut my sister, who bled on my floor I got in the yard, went out ran out in the street I had to duck behind some trees 'cause I seen the police When they ran in my house and shut up the block I see my girl far coming to my house, and my jaw dropped I said, "Baby stop," but yo she kept on walking I knew pretty soon, the cops would be hawking I never knew the trouble I was really headed for 'Till the rhyme appeared again dressed in Santa Claus He said, "Ho Ho Ho baby you look great" And told me dead on my face my girl was gonna get raped Me watching this whole thing it was blowing my mind 'Cause my girl was getting raped by this musical rhyme He was sliding in fast my girl cried for help I grabbed a stick, you know and Solo went for self I hit the rhyme in the head and seen him drop But hen the rhyme disappeared and all I seen was cops They were coming for me fast I couldn't escape Besides my girl was on the ground butt-naked yelling and raped One cop gave 'er a coat and said "M.s are you alright?" Another cop said that's the kid that cut his sister with the knife I told them my name, I tried to explain They heard the side of my story They said "Boy you insane" you raped this girl too Come on and just admit it I said, "Man, I didn't rape 'her, the rhyme did it" I knew this was the truth but cops thought it was a lie Some of y'll might even think it just a Tale From The Left Side (A FLOW BY ME THE E-REC) (CONT. OF THE SONG TALE FROM THE LEFT SIDE) The cops tried to catch me, so I ran like hell I needed someone to talk to, someone to tell 'Cause all these things were happening they where blowing my mind See, I knew I didn't do this, I knew it was a rhyme But who would believe me in any high state of mind If they ask me who did it, and I say it was a rhyme The cops didn't buy it, this is why I 'm being chased Then my mom told the cops that I was high, on base I'm running I'm sweating I suddenly knew that I had to get the piece out as fast as I can, so I shoot up this corner, run up another block Looked over my shoulders, and seen I lost the cops, then I ran to his door, bang like a ring or two He said "Solo, hey man the cops are looking for you" I said, "Thanks to you the base and that pipe" "I wrote a rhyme high last night and the rhyme came alive" He started to laugh, said "Yeah right!" I said, "It raped my girl on the block, and cut my sister with a knife" He started laughing, he thought it was a joke He said, "Yo Solo you had a little too much to smoke" I grabbed him in the jaw, we started fighting on the floor Suddenly that's when I heard someone that was coming from the door To conclusion, enter my mind, I said "Could it be the cops, or the rhyme" But before when I told 'em my man pay me no mind And when the door opened up, it came the rhyme With a hammer in his hand he tried to hit me in the head I ducked, but the hammer hit P instead I started braeking then, I said this must be a nightmare He was screaming on the floor and there was blood everywhere I got on the phone, called the cops She went into shock And when I hung up the phone, cops was on the block I stuck my head out the door, said, "Help me the rhyme is in here" But then he dropped the hammer, again he disappeared The cops kept asking me how did he get hit I kept trying to tell the cops "Yo, the rhyme did it" They didnt' buy it, they said "Boy you're bug" "You can save that rhyme story, for the lawyer or the judge" I get there the D.A. and judge still wouldn't listen They gave me fifteen to twenty-five years in prision They take me somewhere, far state For attempted murder, assault too and rape My family won't talk to me, my friends wont' see me My girl now hates me, and she don't wanna marry me 'Cause when this all dawned on me It wasn't a rhyme it was just base technique So I tell kids and adults in this place This could happen to y'll if y'll smoke crack or base So do yourself a favor stay away from this Or you'll be in jail like I was yelling the rhyme did it No one will believe you, they'll think you're telling a lie And your life will become another, Tale From The Left Side (THIS LAST FLOW BY Ese Danger) Can I get a dang dang a ringa dang digga digga digga dang a ringa dang digga digga as I swing to the Ol school, funk 94 bump pop it in yo trunk and lay back and relax for a while as I kick It to this smooth dope style and commence Ta get ya in the mood move to tha groove cause ya now your gonna do it, a checka checka check it out step right up and see what the Shade is all about who the flava I'm the flava abd I came here just to save ya wit a bit of the same ol that cha heard Now can I get a word as I'm goin Gone hey DJ come on and play me that funky song (THIS FLOW DONE BY DTTX OF LSOB) Sittin' here in the yarda, I do nada but wait Staring at the barb wire at the top of the gate Beyond that linea is mi familia and friends Everyday I hope that this nightmare will end Pero this shit is serio it's not a dream, I'm seeing inmates dying-I'm hearing their last scream. It's making me sick, Surrounded by bars and three walls made of brick I gotta sleep with a knife I'm doing hard tiempo, cause I took a vatos life I thought I was slick-but not slick enough, Now I have to prove to the whole prison that I'm tough. The only way out is the easy way suicide when I think of that I think of mi familia on the outside I miss my homeboys and my carnales My jefita's homemade tamales. But I got nada, now in prison blues, I think I'll go get tattoos, nothing else to do but hard time..HARD TIEMPO I remember when I used to play shoot em up, It seems like just yesterday Going to another varrio drinking my pisto, with my cuete, listo to spray, but now I live for today and I can't think about tomorrow, Cause that'll just bring me pain and sorrow SIMON! Hard tiempo! Compared to this place man, the calle was simple. It's no fun being torcido my jefita misses me, and I miss my nino Instead of livin by the gun, All I do now is think of the shit I should've done Instead of doing jale's, I should of got one, I should have carried books, instead of a shotgun Instead of driving by shooting at the raza, we should have all been at the park eating carne asada. Just kicking back drinking, thinking of a master plan, To bring up the MEXICANS. But I had to show my friends that I was down with it Now they know I'm down-but they don't come down to visit A big shot in varrio, jainas Y todo, but now I sit here solo, All I get's letters from my jefita Telling me my carnalito's starting to smoke frios. AND do things that I did when I was his age. DIRT Puttin in work with a 12 gauge So now I can't concentrate, Imagine having your lil brother for a cell mate But if he wants to lead the life of crime it won't be long before he's with me and we're both doing hard time HARD TIEMPO! It's all south, but I dont keep both eyes shut, cause I share my cell with this loko ass nut, He sits in the corner and refuses to sleep, I gotta stay alert just incase he decides to creep I can't take no more I'm sick of sleeping with rats and roaches on a concrete floor So the next chance I get I'm gonna shank the prison guard Take his gun and his keys and run real hard. If someone tries to stop me from doing my break, I'll just put a cap in his ass til his body no longer shakes That's murder 2 so now it's do or die and if I can't get beyond that line, My ass will fry Everything went black, I woke up chained up and I knew I was back at the same place, Cuts on my body from the sharp fence Now I'm gonna have to face the consequence Trying to escape is a seriuos crime, Now the time will get harder HARD TIME Hard Tiempo! (A FLOW BY FRANK V. MY HOMEBOY FROM SANTA MONICA) (YOU WANT TO POST A FLOW SEND IT 2 ME AT TECTICS@HOTMAIL.COM)