Monday, May 18, 2009

Taste the Anarchy

I'm no artist
but you're a masterpiece
and I'm no rolla
but I rhyme like master P
and when I walk in
I don't roll mad deep
but what I got comin'
is somethin you can't meet
somethin you can't beat
Yea, I'm a gentleman
but I won't give up my seat
to some punk
some jack-ass butch
tryin' to push me
like a runt
best expect a fight
if I win, a catastrophe
so you can spend the night
in the hospital G
with the goons and the filth
and the truth, Reality
see the lights
taste the anarchy.

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