For Snitches and the b!tches...

[BigBoi1]

If you are offended by the word hahaes...do not read below.  hahaes are of all people acting like they are one and not entirely based on females. 

Ey yo!! Ain’t this some sh|t?…How when it all gets thick…
The homies dip and they split…
They be gone without any traces…
Of lies told by two lips, four eyes, and eight faces…
No for he who be closes to chest…
Also be he who be first to shank breast…
So stay arms length while you talkin’ all that sh|t you’re sparkin’…
You be no homie unto thee—Leave ya walkin’…
Straight hus’…I don’t trust….ya…
As a matter of fact…murder ain’t my case so I can’t discuss ya…
You damned skippy it ain’t the same….who’s to blame…
It must be pain from swollen brain b4 fame crossed names…
Insane with mundane games of drama…
What goes` round comes` round breaks down the basis of karma…
So it’s best that you watch your step—Protect your neck…
Cuzz One mic check might ruin more than your lito rep…
It’s all bout faith and the trust of your road dog…
You reap what you sow and the seed has been sown god…
In fact I applaud your ill fraudulent behavior…
No I see that hate is reward from the love that I gave ya’…
The way Mosses was done by the juddists…
The way American forced it’s proper culture on the buddhists…
It becomes betrayal—I’m Jesus and you’re Judas…
Committin’ cowardly acts of the weak and the clueless…
Disloyal—You’re Genovese…I’m Gotti…
Loose lips sink ships that’s why the Federals got me…
Cuzz you’re unfaithful—I’m Sonny—You’re Fredo…
Betrayin’ you’re blood makin’ decisions that’s fatal…
I’m glad that I’ve had the chance to hear your non-candorous blunter…
Insignificant in concept without the slightest trace of candor…
Envy is an insidious bein’ filled with passion…
Considerable confusion distorts your every action…
It’s somewhat tragic—That your change was so dramatic…
How could one seem so real become so plastic?…
Style change so drastic that your mind state was in a panic…
You’ve became frantic and pulled some grand under handed tactics…
It’s almost classic…that you created your own static…
I’m the afterlife…I’ll be waitin’ with an automatic…
And watch your serenity take flight…
Cuzz you’ve failed to see the difference of what’s wrong and what’s right…
In your darkest hour people like me are the flashlight…
As you drown inside the tragedy that is your own life…
It’s your immediate gain that causes lifelong pain…
It’s different when you earn it versus illy attained…
And who did you have to slight to earn it??…
And will the decision you’ve made let you live long enuff to burn it?…
Put this up in your mind and churn it…cautiously…
In your moment of clarity…You’ll view your deeds nautiously…
To this day my dirt is till costin’ me…
And my mind’s not playin’ tricks on me…possibly…
You treated the bonds of trust like a novelty…
I know why you don’t speak bustaz…Your dodgin’ me…
Cuzz you don’t even want to have this discussion…I know this….
You aren’t capable of inner confrontation…Your situation is hopeless…
You don’t possess the capacity to understand…yet alone, comprehend…

[BigBoi1]

Sups Lucky...Yeah on a little break man...stressed out as usual...here is a little one that sums up the life of Bigboi...kinda of like Em's...Enjoy



I’m jumpropin’ on the razor’s edge, dancin’ on tightropes…
I’ve fallen off of my last ledge, one day I might cope…
With these inner demons that surface when I’m sleepin’…
It’s got me freakin’ and I’m screamin’ like my soul is bein’ eatin’…
I’m depressed manicly but in my twisted brain I laugh at me…
I attack myself fanatically and pray for a catastrophe…
Maybe an earthquake or some other natural disaster…
I can’t help it…I’m a sadistic twisted bastard…
I had enuff of the world’s lies…
I can’t take any more ill surprise…
I’m tired of getting pissed and holdin’ back what’s buildin’ up inside…
I’m in a constant state of primal rage…I’m ANGRY!!!
Pissed off that I fail in my own attempts to HANG ME!!!
And strangely on the surface I’m calm and placid…
But have the urge to take shots of cyanide and sulfuric acid…
No doubt bout it…my funkin’ attitude is rancid…
I volunteered for a study to be injected with cancer…
My mindframe, at best, is extremely hard to get with…
I’m obsessed with suicide and find solace in my deathwish…
By now you’ve realized that I’m not givin’ a fu*k…
I wreak havoc, bad thoughts, bad deeds, and bad luck…
Hey, what the funk?…I ain’t nuttz!!…Maybe it’s you that’s crazy…
I examine my feelings!!!Tell me have you done that lately?…
You don’t understand me so how the funk can you hate me??…
Cuzz I walk around in chronic clouds and my look is kinda shady…
I have a desire to retire my tired and weary lethal bein’…
To something or somewhere that diplays less of an earthly scene…
To somehow go beyond human tragedy and senseless drama…
To tie the social norm that clings on like body amor…
I flash through neurotic, psychotic episodes on a daily basis…
My darkest thoughts show me as bein’ nameless and faceless…
I hate myself…Does that make me a racist??…
I hear a voice in my head and I always chase it…
I took like 50 pills and I might not make it…
That’s why they found me in the gutter bare azz naked…
My melancholy innuendos make you think that I’m someone else…
I’ll decapitate everyone in the room includin’ my ownself…
You think I’m a ludicrous lunatic with fatal instincts and my mind is horrible…
But fu*k what you’re stressin’ cuzz Dr. Hannibal said it’s perfectly normal…
I’m the original deplorably despicable individual…
Wait to catch the full effect cuzz you’re just catchin’ residual…
One time I tried getting’ some therapy…
Cuzz my homie told me…”Hey yo SWAK…Ya scarin’ me”!!!
So I broke it down bout the demons that’s leavin’ my soul eatin’…
And when I cry it ain’t tears…it’s like I’m just bleedin’…
And how I’m short of breath and I can’t breathe even…
Nothin’s commin’ out…I’m down on the floor on my knees heavin’…
I never used to believe in demons…now I’m believin’…
It’s got me seethin’ and I’m grievin’ for a different reason…
I stepped out of the room cuzz I had to take a vicious piss...
And when I walked back in the therapist had slit his wrists…
It felt like comedy when it should have been tragedy…
His last funkin’ words were, “Why do you do this to me”…
I’ve lost my sanity, I’ve lost my freakin’ vanity…
All my happiness and common sense has abandoned me..
I’m runnin’ around town fu*kin’ myself up unabashedly…
I’m an ungrateful degenerate…so why are you so mad at me?…
Take myself out don’t tempt me…
I put the gauge to my head…And squeezed but the freakin’ shells were empty….