i was born in d gutter watchin moms struggle to bring food home
daddy behind bars true story i lost love early nuff b4 i was grown
raisin me n my sis alone moms nearly went naked to keep us clothed
was young n blinded by d stories of love till my eyes unfolded
life is a different story u get shot in front of ur enemies by ur own hommie
show me somethin new ill show u how many peeps don died in d name of trust
love lies bleedin cos a brother let his paranoia mind rest for love n trust
now he rest wit dust im smokin heavy blunts chokin cos my chest still hurts
my breath still soar cos i cant leave my bed to not see u in d livin room
knowin u aint there got me thinkin how short live is n i mite b leavin soon
my eyes all teary i feel like im weak tho kanye says i gotta stay stronger
if life aint a bitch why does it feel like ill b much better if i dump her
wanna do it but my moms struggle is d reason y im holdin on longer
stickin around for d luv she showed me ever since i was a youngsta
and i appreciate it so i kno i gotta make it no matter wat i come to meet
no gimmicks this is my true story a youngsta from surulere husslin d streets,

Kinjdda love this dawg, neways i've got tales to tell too. but i'ma do it later

word!!!
i tried to walk in my pops shoes since he got pinched
try to picture what my moms went through culdnt get a clear flick
pressure buildin up was becomin aware to drugs @ d busstops
juvenille male never listened to moms love to hang in ruffspots
till i opend up d gates 4 big iyke dey came in wit him n he got shot
we got robbed my early life in lawanson was nothin but blood spot
startd packin havin tots of flyin but abdul made me give to d lord
my boy kayo said he protectn himself only begs 4giveness from God
mike made me go to d church till he got stabbed over a 3310 on d corner
god don't like ugly but lawanson ghetto made me game wit d water
came from d gutter don't push me i kno d streets from empire to akala
smoked weed wit aro in olly lagos island u see a real dog don't halla
i been through it all life wit d wildest wind blowin to wreck what we trying to build
nites witout d moon lite to reveal wats lurkin on this evil streets avenue
born in 57 goddamn street off misery roads in surulere thorns
i kno amma make it to heaven because hell is were i was born,

Ok ganjamind. . . . . .i love that isht. . . . . .hold on a sec

[b]Hmmmmmm. . . . . . .
After Dad disavowed us, shit got serious
Leaving us to streets, that was so perilous
took it's tolls on the children, then i was like 10
I dropped out of school, because dad stopped the payment
I wept in rage, broke my pen n tore up my books
Gotta ride with soulja heart, i buckled up my boot
My 1st step into the streets is still in my head
11yrs old hanging out with Big K, Shigo n Fred
Thugs kicks the fiery spot n took me in as mascot
Soon i was on cigar. then moved to smoking pots
Wandered into the heart of the street gettin mixed ups
I heard Big K's out of the picture laid out in his Blood,
With his 2 eyes plucked, took 7 from gun shot
It aint an admirable isht, Oh! i missed him a lot
Shigo got bursted for some felony now he's doing his time
Fred disappeared, he's wanted for his impact in the crime
Forgot ma education, dreams shattered, i lost ma vision
Avoided mum's relation, she's weary with frustration
In my life i leant God makes men, street made gangsters
Poverty bolt me off balance, i swing back n staggered
Leaving from hand to mouth, struggling from west to south
$ cash is all i'm about, watever it takes i'll give it out
I hope u heard me mama, it's your cupcake saying i'm sorry
See this as a preface, Mayne mine is an unending story[/b]

still sleepin on the same bed wake up starin @ d same mirror/
was femi on d top bunk now his absence is becomin realer/
never turnd a joint down we puff together burnt our fingers from d killa/
had eachothers backs cool buddies been kickin it since ice T did cop killa/
runnin d campus together through definition of brothers runnin dere game/
life never brought it fair tho we stayed afloat focusd on changed/
uites for real on that street off bodija where u fought till death/
what mo horror culd life bring dan brothers takin other brothers breath/
damn if another mother wept aint mine d kind of life this gang taught me/
playd d cards i was given time to face d outcome of what my fate brought me/
tots hunts me/my mind is terrified by my capabilities if confronted wit war/
pray for d lords mercy cos ve been deep wit revenge from what my eyes saw/
remain strong through this torments mite b takin somethin i can't bring bak/
its either me or them lord my soul is restless need d strenght to paybak/
everyday is d same hell on a diff page comin at me im smokin haystack/
wonderin if ill make it to nirvana wit femi kickin my hook on this same track/

@ ganjamind,

fa real, u's a UIte? Another UIte over here. As a matta fact, on my way to Ibadan right now. . .

What it is, you in school or what?

@wordsmith was in UI till 06 don left there,

greatest U.I recognise

life gotta b a fcukin ocean because i keep hittin storms
growin up in d gutter made miseries a part of d norm
trying to break free bounded in this garment of vanity
immorality seems to b d very part of me i get in touch wit
now im stuck wit my whole nightmare,reality n my fear
partially im rite here but d rest of me is wonderin to meet charon
this life i lead of drug tales n cop chase fcukin hoes my mind is like a loaded canon
finna blow im muggin all day strugglin to get a good piece of d pie
moms like boy keep your mind str8 proceed through loyalty your limit is d sky
only thang above ya is d heavens i kno but im way deep wit d brethrens
in a min u die  if u caught sleepin i stay tickn like d clock because morrow brings karma
errday we sow so today i do what we gotta do because no matter amma meet wit d drama
i sleep wit d hammer n stay flamable so we both burn if u got plans to lite
only thang i ask from u lord is to give i d strenght n d chance to fite
because no matter i kno it keeps comin xpecially when hope is overboard
but today while im still breathin amma live like d champ till its over lord,

Yo! Slow it down man, damn!

@crude it just lyrics n me

bless dawg its all luv,

Hey yo im still hungry thirst dried up blood in my eyes im a joke it aint funny
i seen dem lil boiz pullin up in nu whips talkin yahoo paid i need dat money
d streets is up to no gud i don heard dat all my life i dont need dat mummy
need no sermons i gave my confessions carry an xtra for protection i aint no dummy
my brain gotta get rite wen i feed my tummy so i stay focused till my duffle rise
muggin all day if i cant break d iceberg den its fo sure i got d heat to melt d ice
it aint a thing its goin down either ways n somebody is gettin paid tonite fo real
xtractin d connects stay bombin till i get a reply sure nuff to make a true deal
dats d spirit but d cops wanna cramp i aint cashed no check yet dey buggin
wanna make a record outta lil thangs im grown i dont do lil thangs im big ballin
still muggin wit a military mind cold heart for war my movement is life or death
survivin aint a chance to sleep stay workin till i cant work cos im short of breath
aint gettin short of bread xcept i get shot for dead hommie dont sweat my techniq
i was born were niggaz dont buy talk cos talk is cheap dey listen if ur tech speaks
checks big den we gots somethin to talk bout hommie cos money is todays comfort
cant buy happiness but keep u cozy sleepin on kingsize bed wit bitches takin cumshots,

while oritz was singin africa is d best place
dem a schemin ways of war to increase d death rate
im sick got me feelin like im stuck in a death race
my whole life gotta b a game like im stuck in a damn maze
in a sec bullets flyn finna duckin dem strays gotta stay alert its no joke
time tickin n it aint my friend cos my bills comin in plus im so broke
my girl leavin my ass cos rhymes dont buy her make ups n clothes
im tryna make it up to life but its too dark i hope i make it past dis road
situation got me shell shock cant drown in dis storm gotta outlast dis foes
double every cents to 50 till my buck get old Bleep im still young i can trash dis hoes

Gimme the mic Ganja, i'm fittin to. . . . . .Hey! yo dude check this out . . . . . . . . . . . .

Been runnin this game like marathon/
Wealth, Mayorship n fame, i'm struttin to be 'em paragon
I done turned on ma high beams n seen what i got ahead/
Seen what i got at hand, i'm juttin all out on the ledge
don't nobody act a stopper/
N!gga do u roger? It aint never over until i got murdered
If positive don't shed no tears/ if u had to, shed few blood/
Shred few butts/ take ma girl if she b tempted to touch
I done work it out this a:m while blazin leaves/
If u're giving what it takes, be ready to take what it gives
"Crude died trying"? Tsk! put that in ur comedy book
I got ma reaping tools/ it is by the crook or by the hook
've been plunged over the cliff, son see why i'm peeved/
Lost ma mind like ma twin bro. guess how i'm grieved
I done wrote a 4 'S' slogan since i was ten/
On the [b]S[/b]treet i [b]S[/b]truggle n drip [b]S[/b]weat without expendin [b]S[/b]trenght
Getcha ya money long? i'll get mine hard like a real hussler
I fancy dying hussling proper/ than living life as pauper
It's a long hard ride/ I've been comin a long way I,
wont step back from takin the trek till i die or hug the sky

Damn, Gotta rewind back to the 90s,




True Story y'all,

Woke up one morning in 95, (EAST SIDE)
saw grandma deep drip'in tears,
Whats up? It's my younger blood,
In my dreams, i thot he was still sleepin,
damn !
They already makin plans, Dig'gin holes
no need to buy the innocent boy a cuffin,
weeks went by,
woke up once again in the mornin, It's my mom,
She had this BIG (Ghana must go) all zipped up,
fore i knew it, i woke up once again,
found myself in Lagos,
In dis BIG phat CRIB,
Mom told we waitin on my pop, i was like' Damn
My Pop i felt relaxed" not knowin,
i'm on the route that contains,
The Harsh realities of life,
about to manifest, Mom left me behind,
Now pop threw my lil ass down to JBD in Ogun State, ( South Side )
where i was surrounded by grown men, Women
who work real hard to earn a living,
I started keepin late nights,
sumtimez won't come home at all,
Starvin n reckless floggin will be my punishment, (while reconcilin)
Started skoolin, stab any Nig*ga that wanna marck,
every sigle day man,
I'll be acompanied home by one of em sch teachers,
reportin to me pop's siblings,
'ey need to make me change my attidude towards the pupils,
same old thing will be done, Starvin n Floggin with cains,
now i got mo SCARS, than u can ever think of,
This made me, I never got to change my attitude,
'Til i became a man n thot i could handle thangs on my own,
made the changes my self i guess was back in 2004/05,
when i started sensin the trueness bout Life,

i'm tired of typin this shyt, gotta get off the pc, To ALL of you that Hide Cains in your bedrooms to flog your children for their wrong deeds, It's not the right way to correction, It's the right way to making em advance in their previous deeds, cuz no matter how much you'll talk talk talk after the floggin, HAH! u just ran dried ur spits and energies for nuthin, cuz what don't kill a boy, only makes him Stronger


(Ghana must go)- Travellin bag for the masses, anyhow thats my story


Smalls-Z

K-Smallsz pls go for seriuos tutorials. . . .ok. . . .no disrespeckin

ksmallz u are whcker than crude is.

Erm. . . . . .J-Unit, let this be the last time u'll ever say shit about me ok. . . . . .come to think of it, u're like 13 goin to be 14 next year aiite? I'm an elderly person to u. . . . .I mean old enuff to father u, ok? So, pls let the disrespecting stuff ends here. . . . . .this aint no threat. . . . . . . . . . . . . , . . . . . . . . .Peace!

word i started kickin it in here cos of d luv for rap heads like me
showd my skillz raw took it to war wit d R still aint none like me
kept it scorchin hot niggaz sayin dey hot but dey dont burn like me
even if dey stay switchin like lite switches dey still dont keep it on like me
unlike me most of dis cats up in dis thread still tryna get a clue of wat hip hop is
cats rappin witout rhymes multiple wackness from multiple i.ds n u say hip hop lives
its dead my nigga n yll killed it wit no order mockin d originality wit blasphemy
i brought it true laid d trend down n shaz tried to tutor y'll on lyrical alchemy
but yll stuck on wackness like dirt on earth tryna destroy every nu thread made
grown cats cursin like gals got me wonderin if rap don turn to a circus or stage
im tryna get paid n yll clownin on d net like yll gettin paid off it but d truth u niggaz is weak
scared to beef i suggest u take it out like a man n call a nigga out if u got somethin to speak
where d Bleep v y'll been if u so battle hungry y dont u take it out to d street n gain credibility
not enimity on d net punk! it aint beef wen u aint ready to battle isht is hysterical n lame
fcukin kiddin me yll gotta b more desperate than the housewives on westeria lane
dat lil nigga talkin foul u bout to pay by chokin hard on ur words d next time u say my name,

hashbaybee aint gat a story 2 tell,cos he ain't no snitch and he ain't gonna cough.
ma mic is like bottled water,so u know i ain't gat bi ness with cops(CUPS)

always had the street swag,even if i was short of d tins dat other kids had.
ricky rossing like everyday am hustlin for the cash just 2 make up wads

dats ma story, wots urs?

i'ma do this real quick, ain't got time

my story? if you know Tupac's, the u prolly know mine

born in the prison while mom was there doing her term
dad sold our home for drugs, killed 'em stocks n closed d farm
f*ck it, i started slanging before i completed elementary
i got the penitentiary for ma' home, kill wit immense gravity
i sleep with shells in ma pocket, f*ck 'em f*cking imposters
who want to snatch my daily bread, i shoot em up like gangstaz
thug living, even God can't change this heart of glock spillin
d*ck riddin be my daily affair, it don't matter 2 me as long as i'm killin
got lotza bitches on me, makavele's a playa with no attitude
kick 'em bystanders up high, like airplanes, they f*ckin catch altitude
didn't attend junior high, coz' i got the mistress tossed up
we had it in the bathroom, i got kicked out n' locked up
now i rep da westcoast, and i dare 'em niggaz to copy me
welcome to da cemetary, coz' its d next thing they see

Sync Just Have to do this, Na true story


Like a picture without a face, I was fast becoming a disgrace,
Thanks to 07, then I got a better rays, Now in OAU in d planning race,
That was towards the ending of an unending mixed story,
Sometime in 80s I was coming outta womb with a pleasing glory,
Young breed in the axis of the state hospital's mortuary,
I cant just express, those corpses hurt me just too badly,
Men life was too African, dada thrusting, Lagos and O'pa,
Issues disguting when I got it that we still living below par,
I was getting furious, still hopeful, men I was becoming studious,
I read ahead of my school mates, academically I was becoming so serious,
Same time zealous but all things wouldnt click, fell so sick,
I got to move at a slo mo, like I was never gonna pick,
I lost my brain at senior school, academically becoming a fool,
But men I knew that no school aint no tool, Cos I write cool,
Visited Dolphin Studios met with Angel Mike, with a bad option,
I couldnt raise the fees, then I was like this may not function,
Was at S/L -Love Garden watchin mixed wackness at the carnivals
Many of 'em murdered rap and ate its flesh like dumb cannibals,
I was like C. Columbus, I have to sail further, cos someday I'll live better,
Back to where I was grown in the Sunshine State to feel my home water,
My brain was kick started again and I went to Lagos, mission still ambigous,
Met a friends cousin and that made me more focused,
Talked a deal out with a producer but outcome aint nothing but bogus,


Shit has happened, I'm only walking towards rehab!
To be continued . . .

Pass me da' mic, le'mme start ma' job of writing history
i need some bitch please, like xzibit, listen, don't diss me
thrustin' ma fo' fo' (.44) at fakerz who wanna put me under
f*ck that nigga, coz' i bet he just made a blunder
my childhood days, i reminisce of killin n' drinkin liqour
me so bad, ain't scared cops, i killed CRUDE ma' fuckin' mentor
these niggaz keep tellin' me, aint you scared of nemesis ~ child
i kill with faith that moves mountains than psychokinesis

. . . 2 be cont'd

its no wonder we wanna live in our dreams wen reality is true lie
d gud die n im still holdin unto wateva is left its so hard to say gudbye
we v been hommies since buggle boys n jim jim kickin it d hood style
shaggin honnies y it gotta b my boy john i knew him he was a gud guy
real stand up kid fitin thru every last breath i told him go brace d nu life
now im stuck in dis hood high tryna figure out my next move if i shuld die
culdnt watch him suffer from d mental scar so i just prayd jah bless him wit peace
its hard knowin u fitin both physical n spiritual battles in dis world till u deceased
stuck in d belly of d beast seein my boy go down wit cancer makes me wanna give up d sticks
give up d licar give up dis yellow brother isht cos i watchd my brother die culdnt do nothin
n birds still talkin bout hits on dogs dey neva been in d shoes of someone who lost somethin
been in d shoes of a mom who lost her only son to d illness of her meal ticket
her tears rips my heart out knowin we was warned bout dem cancer sticks but we still took it,

It’s the 'bleeped up situations in life, I'm still trying to find elation in mine.
Be patient??. . . . .Yea right!! Not when this world is based on a nation of fights. . .
Frustration at nights . . . .Too many lives takin since the creation of knives.
Guns and such bombs. . . .Abusive dads and f'ucked up moms,
Kids that don’t understand what’s wrong. . . . .
I’ve seen all this Shit i know what i am talking about. . . .
Used to fathers walkin out, B!tch!! Look whos gawking now
Sauron's seen friends turned enemies and enemies turn friends
I am sure rivals still be temptin me when this earth ends.
Letting free all these 'bleeped up emotions trapped up inside of me,
When i was three i remember hiding from the gunshots outside of me.
Is suicide whats right for me?? At night I cry privately. . . . . .
Asking God why i got left alone, disowned set to die in privacy.
Then my feelings suddenly change. . . .I can't give up i'm no pussy.
I'm already fallin into the pits of hell, so why would it matter if you push me.
I’ve committed too many sins, witnessed to much death. . . . .
Turned into a criminal I didn’t want to, it was due to stress
Let me confess. . . .I was never a kind loving brotha.
I admit sometimes I lost ma head and went off on my mother
But shiznit took me to the point where I just wish I could recoup meself.
So I sit down put a glock in ma mouth and shoot maself!!!!

Many Mcs know that mic have spoken more history than any other,
From my day one on earth, I have become d classic wonder,
Born at the Southern base of Ondo, The Sunshine state,
Focused man, with 1 identity, Search for me on Google, am 2 straight,
The drama of the soldier aint nothing but real war,
Spit hardly before now, cos I's truly too hardcore,
'Tall started in my College, FGC boys in blue checks,
I dish freestyles out, like a millionare do cheques,
But outta skool was hell, S/L got many MCs still ahead,
CLD and Stramborella were happy to hear my style, when they heard,
I was used to multis before, i knew the meaning,
My stay in Surulere was what realy gave my disc the spinning,
Techniques was rising, punchlines was dirty,
I slam dunk flows with much authority, that was naughty,
I was doing myself the help, punching BJ, d dumb cant speak,
Now I kill him more on NL, his wounds he now lick, am too sick