glo:

How many time do I have to state my thug
Do your parent get pull the plug
Do i have to pull the burnerout the sleeve
It already allergic to bitch and it ready to sneeze
But the pound will sound off and watch the pound drop off
and have ur man talkin about how you got took
Etch and Sketch bitch,, how I eraser ur frames when you got shook
You lookin for trouble and you found it in me
I got extra clips like an uncut DvD
go and hate the fact that I'm makein dough
U hear more shots than whoo kid on Gunit Radio
Yeah they call me suess but matter of fact
I have a lil blue mix wit ur white fitted like the Cat in the Hat
Yeah I'm violent nigga, but fuck it in the STL
i get all respect
know that now, you need to show up with the best

  poetrys poet:

Well ta u i am that
Put you ta rest hole in chest
Ink seep....bleed blue
And i aint talking crip
Cripple ya frame wit,
Dramatic - ecstatic-massive-rap- tactics- the package
Have u discharge
My name keylo
he damn im feelin pale,
U Frame me up I bang u up and den
Slang u off ya set fa sales

except,
i am a better lyricists
Have u and ya block rock- in- rolling
ta my shit,
stl see u
dey like damn gave her the twisted sister....
hit den left her
hung her ass out ta dry
chopper ate her ass raw
like cow hide,
surprised why???

cuz u finally
observed
chemistry & excellance
from a triumphalist
with poetrys poet pens & padS
leavin yah notes wet like water liliys
frog hopin ta da celin
my shit give amoxacilline-
pen-a-drillen
perfectionisum
seperating
me from u
ima legend u in da makein
overstimulated
lines u makein




iam what you dream bout-
u is what Im shitten out-
thinken u can beat me naw-
sike... must of had an 8th of raw
yeah my shit.. cum off hard-
yous ah soft one... pulled yah card
lil ladie set up shop deen packed up left
when i stepd on block.

like stl i aint got shit ta loose
ah loss ta u
dats ah loss ta shit
naw hun i cant dew dat

  glo:

oh i see how you doing it

well this dude talk shit before the fight happen
throw up their fist but them the gun shot clappin
I'm fist fighter but i keep a grip too
just in case we shoutout i keep a clip or two
for this shit talker, he a pittifull fool
but don't nobody care about you, you taking up air space
when i grip it it don't matter the case
cause when i grip it, it will dismantle your face
when I let go, your family left in disgrace
you dropped to your knees, you just got put in your place
yo the flow is so official
when it hit you like a mission
when you acknowledge the pistol
but you pray to god that i miss you
i'm da code of the street
but you say you holdin da heat
but you got a hole in yo cheek
that why you ain't never gone eat
i spark heat
i turn ya ass into dark meat
i got that pump to ya chest and i ain't talkin about yo heartbeat
i got hellas disses
i leave your flatline beepin like the F word on Television
Got more headshot than America Top Model
cause my trigga finger squeeze like lotion bottle
U don't got what it take to make it in hip hop
Career in rappin? you couldn't even accomplish that work at the gift shop
leave you on that IV and i ain't talkin about the Roman number 4
I'm talkin about that IV that leave you dead on the funeral floor
bullet swerve, yah neck, hit ya nerves, yah wreck,
I make ya kids inherit Gentic Birth defect
Forgotton, you like gum under on old desk
Your career would be better if you wrote less

  poetrys poet:

now lets stop and listen ta ah heart beat
40 blow ya face off
in da hood we call dat thinken on ya feet,

im hungry why wait- ill take ah carry out
take dis fuckin wanna b- back ta her streets- and watch da kavlars
eater out
make yah city ah human drought-
show u what dem thangs about-
ten shots ta splien
and dump thirty more-juss make feel cosher
NOW-

look ma u got no style
accomplish u said
u grabed my hand
damn braud she tryin ta be like MANNNS
ima marksmen- firemann burnin ya hole family tree
set u and ya kids ta ashses-perished-
exploite to me

ill have grams cut up like
the fuckin rocks in da pan

yah ima chef call me fillet
g-l-o
time ta go musical
fa-la la la la yah maine she ah collab ah hoe
if she could shell let three niggs busto her poetry flow
oops my bad she got no wets juss nothing flows

u (given lots-of) what miss.... thang
dat pussy hole
let it off free like feet in deem open toes

like techs when hallos meet brain
its ah no brainer
tinkerbell ah kick ya ass faster then u thinker