k**a-kc - 900 Bars lyrics

Broken arm, broken heart, shattered dreams Tongue piercings lost at rates Punched in the face by the local thug Bent over, caught the stomach flu bug While hitting it from the back burnt your knee on the rug Last hug from the homie Before he flies out to Pelican for the long stretch Tattooed sketch takes two days to complete Father never was around, deadbeat n***a Tossed in the Hudson with concrete feet Yoga master hypnotized known to defeat And remain calm, blisters on the palm Then only bring home half pay Need a fix, locked up in the halfway S&M freaks add a little when they do the nasty When I die, pray that it's done in a fast way Don't want no long stroll down pain's pathway All life long playing the game in order to gain Taking in the pain n***as green with envy like they had gamma treatment Find it hard to compete with, I'm on some steep sh** Climbing, you're on it like Carlich Hymen (?) My sk**s I always polish it up till it's shining Like a brother with a brand new Lex Rhymes on it like sporting two tecs With laser lights make the red dot Bring it your face while you're blinking It be the large caliber rhyme Ask yourself why try Microphone slash Rasco Defari Evidence, rhymes that set the precedence Straight out the box, MCs to bobby sox Major league, set to intrigue you small fee Nothin' to the game, we doused them small flames Take names Head for the fence, we track prints Track down the scent, then fold your whole tent Stay bent The illest on rhymes at all times Call your bullpen, Rasco just pulled into the lot Be strikin em out with one shot While your pitch be hittin the plate at one spot Down the pipe The major lieutenant that earn stripes Bet strap in, cadet to captain Stand up, better yet, put them hands up And watch the triple threat come f** them plans up Smack n***as, with lyrical gems that sayin hymns n***as still rappin 'bout clothes and car rims Man debted But dishin that corn, you get spreaded We runnin on supreme, you runnin on unleaded Couldn't match, you out the line-up, you been scratched Sittin on the bench, not feelin you one pinch, in the trench We loadin the guns to stack funds Went from stackin ones to stackin them one-huns Scored runs The hotter the bat, the more fat It's Dilated, Ras, 'Fari, we bust back Like that, like that, like that, like that Like that y'all, like that, check it I bet you got get-up-and-go power It's time to grow, flower Let the rain wash the pain from plains of indigo Hard to tender when defending your name off pinnacles Reclaim in intervals until you're strong again Strong and sane with the stronger aim My eyes dilate to see all the gain And it's all the same, we're all to blame For giving and receiving hate You best believe in pain