Random B.S. 4:

For those of you, who are too cool for school/
or too cool to move/
come on, get shown how to get it in by this dude/
just raise one arm to the sky my friend/
move yo' hand, like you ya biggest fan/
fan yo'self my Man/
that speaks volumes, conserves on the rest of the oxygen/
for the rest of the cats that's singing along, vibin, and chimin' in/
we get to spittin, keep it hittin for all the HipHop heads/
Eff promoters who's motored by bank roles instead/
Some of us get it poppin, for the spread Love doctrine/
Cuz each one teach one, ain't seemin to be ya'lls posture/
Nor the way you rockin, Ya'll talk too much to be mobsters/
smellin' fish like Lobsters, sunkin cloudy eyed tuna/
Maybe you'd have a clue bruh, if you'd get off the damn computer/
Stealin' yo funk from Rooster, and Andre 3 Stacks/
Claimin' you run this here, but you ain't recieved 3 placks/
keep fakin,3 black impala's comin' ta getcha/
Move from around us lil' dudes, ya need to pray and read ya scriptures/
They ain't gon' be needin' a catcher to be the pitcher/
get the picture???/
They gon' be comin' to deal witcha....

D. Abshire
aka
Wyzdom360°
June 2nd, 2009~1:30a.m.