A verse Taken 4rm a song by da Loco TribeZ

Enterin da planet of da chaos
Da most vigilants neva get a day off till dey get a pay off
Now look wat dey'v done? Dey've start a riot
Revolt from a system called "Empty your pockets"
For the system endows em n then give em an endorsement
Cuz its Ruled by da Kings of Sabotage and jeopardize
Over flowin hearts are spoken by da mouth
So dont go criticizin some1 glamorizin de introverts of de emos n da psychos
I knw its pathetic dat we ol cant seems to move on
Let da harmony drove off da pain inside King SOl,da later known as PAUL
Like Lil David did wid his beat on da music till dey ol gone
Sweet Melody is de only remedy
U dont hafta close ur eyes
Jus open ur ears n heed da sounds of da mainstream of da dumbs da r mostly entriqued by da drums
But da Virus is known to inspire da kid
Dey ol turn a lil devil despite of this,
Smokin weed n stealin cheese n ol dose typa shits
Cuz we aint got a million dead Prime Ministers pilin up 2 be a big bills
We freakin broke,n highly freakin pissed
Dese warriors refused to be ur role model
Still we defuse da bomb on ur way back to eden garden
But remember,we aint got sustain desires like suicide messiah
Its da bad side a me dat cum n go
Trapped inside a gudman's soul
Outa control,dat ma alter ego
I bet deir elders still complainin bout da lyrics,includin dis!
Neva knowin we creatin new spirits,burnin in da disc!
But Information's cheap
So music's reachin deep
A competition where everybody's judgin
Creativity's da key to keep it runnin
Take a look@ da life dey counterfeitin
While dey thot we hybernatin
But da truth is dat we'r neva delicate for da renegade
Re-generate n then we cum penetratin
Only da wise pay respect n venerate to dis new aspect of how we open da gate
N how we show em when dey playa hate
Dey call it an encore of de hardcores
But u still call it cacophony n close ol ur doors
Dey wanna tell u its neva too late to realize n visualize
Dis evolvin of rhymes u culd relate widchu life
Dats why im slowin doun da rhyme
So next time,u need nat replay da lines
Da Metaphor is like a slug,too quick to bite
De adapter pluggin from ma lives
Da wisdom transmittin like a satellite
To furnish wat u did cuz it kills everytime it makes u think
U've been t hinkin ,wonderin,where n why n how
Those r nat jus crazy times
Cuz u r jus been hypnotized
Sum crazy melody n harmony cumin from da loco tribez
It aint no lies dat we got a problem wid da cops,being cross-chased by da law
Cuz we da realest mutha fuckas datchu eva saw!!

This Game

As you struggle to hustle, taking gain after loss, dont get discouraged. Just remember who's boss. Handle ur business, and always watch ur back. Don't sleep on the stick-up boys waiting to attack. As u creep through the streets, the crack feinds hollar. They've done any and everything just give u some money.I hope it will last. I hope u make something out of it. Time will tell if something good can come from it. but as u count the highs, count the lows too, and whatever u do, forever remain true. what choice do u have? its in you by nature. YOUR ONLY FAULT IS....... BEING A PLAYER. dont let game play u... u play da game...the hate and all the pain aint leavin me maim,all the pain for the gain,for the love of money,fuck the fame..

Omerta

What is dis man-made-law here for in dis edged-world?Whoeva appeals to da law against his fellow man is eida a fool or a coward,whoeva canat take care of himslf witout dat law is both.If i live i will kill u,if i die u ol r 4given!! I'll welcum you on the otha side..