-Reda-
05-05-2003, 16:03
It is no longer 1999 This site is like a world of one track minds Where the people feeds us fashion design That creates people that only lie These days I waited to make my move Now we'll see who'll win, and who'll lose And if I had to state my word Like 2Pac this is probably the realest shit you ever heard I been watching you, from afar I know where you live, I know who you are Redemption is my only scar And so my heart bleeds dark, like tar Because of you, I treat my friends today Like they will be my enemies tomorrow So when they cross me, I'll have no sorrow Just remember who you decide to cross I don't give a fu.ck about you, and that's my feeling I'm now in my house, chilling While you hanging behind your pc know you pussy Being a bi.tch must really be fulfilling Cuz motherfu.ckers like you are happy being soft just chilling You think you're bigger than the rest I got news for you Jebli, take it back your city of Tangaoui's So you can find your roots, fu.ck braggin on your loot For me you aint that hard And you can't spend my money laying in the graveyard Oh My God, it really shocks you This can't be the same D@T KrAy-Z MoCrO who I really feel his topics, I love all his rhymes I thought that we were cool, you think he's hard to find Where a b.itch like him tried to play me like a sally So I shot him in an alley and drove him to the valley I pushed him out the car and let him scally **** that mocro, tryin to play me like he's bigger Here I'm worth ten figures I break my silence, after days of supressing my violence You were my man, when you needed it I gave you euro's Every time I pulled up and get you what you need again We can never be friends again You brought me tears when you took my right hand off Now he's back and corrupt You should see the bit.ches that he's trying to f.uck While your girl looked skinny like a smoked out Daffy Duck Sucka, don't think that you're placed high You ain't got no balls and won't die DKZM is my forum name, when I write rhymes I hydroplane When I see mother****ers I act like they're dead You fu.ckin with my pride, it's like fuc.kin with my head To me you ain't shit, but I had to do this Any time realness, you ready feel this I don't forget a thing, nothing at all So Mr. Jebli Tangaoui, expect my call You owe me for these rhymes, I come to collect Over fifteen euro's, don't be afraid I won't snap your fuc.kin neck And don't pay me in no fuc.kin check If want to teach me how to disrespect Then I'm finished in this game, I'll be swimming in my yard While you be on the internet, looking for a job Too many people feel me, but I had to straighten this record Mentally you are broke and homeless, and outside naked Cuz they know I got love for real people, forom 9 to 9, there's the mind Just remember why you fronted like you're more than 24 hours ahead But to me, you're like more than 24 Hrs dead...