Young Deeq:

[SHORT ANGER FREESTYLE]
DEDICATION : DAKOTA GENERAL.


There are lies, and there are truths,
And what is coming out of this persons mouth are lies,
Ageny, and hatred is what I'm heading for,
I will storm the earth, and slaughter you, while I'm spitting metaphors,
My hatred and anger for you has grown, The mind is a verbal act, but the place that I'm currently, thinking where your going is a firely, and a dark place, its where the fallen angels and devils roam,
You say your a money hustler?, Not from what I've seen, you hustle your family for money and were never clean',
Your never going to be a thug, your to scared to kill a cop or a slug,
When ever real situations you occasionally, decline, and when fights are down, you tend to unplug,
Sit back home, call the cops and hide beneath his moms clit, and assumes to shrug,
Eyes full of fear, the face full of tears, all of this pussy acts won't make nothing clear,
Cuz your consumed and determinated by fear, and that makes my anger for you grow,
And your probably wondering why? Its because EVERYTHING you told everybody was a LIE,
You tried impressing girls for attentions and Attractions disorders,
But, you can't cross the line anymore, because everybody knows your fake, so don't try sneaking away to new borders,
Cuz, man, you can't even sell blows for a quarter..
So let me ask you why... Why are you full of lies??..

Mhmm.

  Chainz.:

Yo...
Your dissing the decease ,
Lying about your past ,
Come to my hood ,
See how long you really last ,
Break easy like glass ,
You can't slash neither bash ,
Your just a fake who's life -
Is dedicated to hash ,
Trying to learn the melodies ,
Your faker then fake greed's ,
You got needs and pleads ,
Which none of em you achieve ,
You can't believe you deceive ,
Of what lies are actually cries ,
Losing your self to wasting tries ,
Flies crying cause of sighs ,
Your a coward a pussy n you -
Would never show up in real life ,
Even strapped holding a knife ,
You ain't a real thug ,
Claiming your really a blood ,
But , You ain't even bust a slug ,
Or hold a gun , No initiation ,
You rather run , While you hide ,
While I grab my fist n watch em -
Collide , I decide who to ride ,
But if I can't decide , Who's mind ,
Will find , What line I write with time ,
You are disrespectful to the dead ,
See how long you last before you're -
Surrounded in blood red...With -
Blood shed , Leaking viciously down -
Ya neck n head , Down to your feet ,
Take a sheet and beat , Raise the heat ,
As I foil to deceit , Ya hating on ya self ,
Cause when ya die r ya gonna -
Watch ya mouth..You all talk..
Come down here we see who on top -
Of the block.