Thug Poet (remix) - Kobe Bryant.mp3

[00:04.20]Uh
[00:04.23]Uh huh
[00:04.41]You know what this is
[00:06.39]I'ma let 'em run around one more time
[00:10.02]I drop sumpin' on y'all
[00:11.67]It's like... it's like
[00:15.21]What's it like?
[00:16.35]My microphones and glock nines
[00:18.27]Black? I'm dipped in that
[00:19.71]The beats, my mash, jam you for the platinum you have
[00:22.50]Run it, the illest, watch me become it
[00:24.93]I'm here, and took it bowling, like straight to the wig
[00:27.57]Speak truth like kids, tell you what you don't know
[00:30.42]Kobe? Yeah, he's real with the flow
[00:32.31]Kick in the do' wavin' the flow-flow
[00:39.45]All you heard was stop, can't take the hits no more
[00:41.55]Ha, didn't know I had your block on SWAT?
[00:44.43]I'm CIA, y'all nuttin' but beat cops
[00:46.89]I rock like my ma's mean, name is *******
[00:48.63]Place you on my A-fiend list and pay you 'cane
[00:51.90]Think you can handle? Not get stripped when you rock?
[00:54.39]Think again, you find you lost your mind and judgement
[00:57.03]My confidence, springs from watching y'all fall
[00:59.79]Aw, forced to hustle, rap in charge
[01:02.04]I'ma hop in your brain, tell you whatchu thinkin'
[01:04.86]Yes, I am speakin', but I ain't writin'
[01:10.23]So cold, I put the ice in nicest
[01:12.66]You too broke to pay attention
[01:13.95]My style is priceless
[01:15.09][Kobe (Nas)]
[01:15.51]If you say murder that means I'm a (Thug Poet)
[01:17.67]If I say my mind kills that means I'm a (Thug Poet)
[01:20.19]If I say that I'm a flock that means I'm a (Thug Poet)
[01:22.80]And when I lay it down, it makes me a (Thug Poet)
[01:24.78][Broady Boy]
[01:25.17]Thank the dudes for the gangs and tanks of booze
[01:27.57]Shanks and twos, it's the gangstas, Langston Hughes
[01:30.18]My poems' about broken homes and Jesus peaces
[01:32.94]Shit is the Popes in Rom
[01:34.53]Poetical field, thug overtone, it's like what, yo?
[01:37.92]Bring it home, we both go gone
[01:39.66]Pre-cord thought flow in the sober zone
[01:41.97]My life style, chromosomes frost, hope to clone
[01:44.64]The crack lust, black dust, and the gat bust
[01:47.01]The claps, the lackluster, memoirs of the black hustler
[01:51.39]Condos, Beemers, bomb hoes, coke bags, toe tags, John Does
[01:57.09]Fiends skits them into the plane of day, as plain as day
[01:59.58]It's hard to reach, to smell God anyway
[02:01.92]Money, think backdrop payin' gray?
[02:03.72]Man, rubber-gripped on that rainy day
[02:06.03]Peep the way I came to play
[02:07.68]One aim at the game, reign and stay
[02:09.75]Every stain is straight from objective, insane
[02:12.27]'Ey just don't know, I'm two ticks from blowing a hole through music
[02:16.44]But I'm more than pimp-whoring him for the street wise
[02:18.96]You met the ren
[02:19.68]Cuz I open 'neath in the shit, hydrogen
[02:21.27]Jam my eyes to skin, guide some of our wisest men
[02:24.87]Until the skies of sin
[02:26.55]I pray for the day we see you rise again
[02:28.71]Uh
[02:28.74][Nas (Broady)]
[02:29.13]Thug Poet (Street analyst is this, the)
[02:31.65]Thug Poet (Hustlers bang out to)
[02:33.93]Thug Poet (Flows for your block, Hip-Hop)
[02:36.75]Thug Poet
[02:39.21]Thug Poet
[02:39.90][50 Cent]
[02:40.11]Aiyyo, everybody know 50 ain't know how to act
[02:42.39]I run up on cats with gats and aluminum bats
[02:44.94]Y'all got fat while we starved, it's my turn
[02:48.06]****, I done felt how a slug burned, I still won't learn
[02:50.58]Bitches in the 'hood a-tell ya "50 crazy
[02:53.04]I had your moms screamin' "They done shot my baby"
[02:55.44]Son, I yap your shine, I clap the nine, I slap you
[02:58.23]I'm that one of them niggas you wanna **** with
[03:00.36]I spit the shit that make ya keep listenin'
[03:01.86]Keep my wrists glistenin'
[03:03.18]I left niggas alone and they still think I'm dissin' 'em
[03:05.43]I'm on some new shit, S-Type baby blue shit
[03:08.19]Bitches talk behind my back but don't do shi
[03:10.44]I ain't looking for love, duke, I'm looking for respect
[03:13.11]I leave you with options, like die or hit the deck
[03:15.66]I'm a thug poet, you know what I came for, the dough
[03:18.30]Clap-clap, y'all mother****ers get the **** on the floor, floo
[03:20.85][Nas: Echoes to fade]
[03:21.42]Thug Poet