All I need is one pen,one pad
One place to place my prays
To ask GOD to forgive me for ay sins
To make me whole again
To give me a SOUL again
To show and let people know how GOOD he's been
So I can let go and breath again
Lift my head and hands up with a song of JOY
Clear my eye's so I can see again
Lord I'm on the edge slippin and tedderin
Lord bring me back
As a matter of fact I need you behind me
So when Satan tris to bring the terrer I can lean back
Count on your savin GRACE
And a touch from your loving hand to wipe the pain,tears and blood from my scared soul and face
Even a chance to see my grandmothers face
To let her know that I'm finish what see strarted in first place
To let her know that her that her fears and prays are on my shoulders
I want let it end like this
All I need is Gabrielin front
Micheal on my left
Uriel on the right
And JESUS behind me
Then everything will be alright


KING of the STREETS

what tha fuck was that bullshit all about?........

DON'T get wrong boy.That's some of the realest you'll ever hear

yo, this nigga think real is talkin bout God and shit/
but this pussy also thinks he a dogg and shit/
boy shut you damn mouth, before you get cut tha fuck up/
my only prayer is for you to just shut tha fuck up/
cuz nobody gives a fuck what you got to say/
i got a gun, so i dont care what you spray/
because i gaurantee you ill be sprayin back/
and i gaurantee you youll be layin back/
you prayin to God but he a prayin back/
your homies wavin at you, but you aint wavin back/
yeah, me and Jesus was tight, but i slipped away/
i found me a mic, and just strait ripped away/
all i was thinkin about was weed and crack/
i was actually thinkin i was needin that/
your ass is just a pussy and your team is whack/
luther king had a vision, but his dream was whack/
his ass was thinkin that everything was black/
and i was thinkin that everything was crack/
im here for a purpose, ive had too many chances/
hit my shit, and youll be goin into trances/
im tired of fuckin wit you cousin, im buzzin/
yo ass got me cussin, and bustin from these lips youll never be trustin/
give up, your trash, and your ass is rustin/
you think yo shit makes sense, but believe me it doesnt/
ill spit it slow, or fast like a gat/
im hard to kill, youd think i got nine lives like a cat/
i got a great aim, dont need a heatseaker/
i kill you and then you come back weaker/
i dont understand what goes on in your brain/
all i know is that this rap game aint yo thang.

give up nigga.....slanga!

I spit towards perfection… harsh on these mindless adolescent
I’m proof there is a GOD because I’m lyrically blessing
Trying to do me… but muthfucka don’t want see me to succeed
So I’m constantly beefin with dudes with my chosen elite
But I don’t really need help, like IKE says I GOT TALENT SUCKA
I flex niggaz like a yoga instructor
Leaving them puncture, with their body organs missing
My intention, is to corrupt Christians
Making them sacrifice 15 year boys with evil growing addiction
Niggaz talk street, but there whole life is fiction
Deadly exhibition, banging with my henchmen… hommie we battling for souls
Following the bloodshed, your arms & legs will be use for cold
You don’t known the procedures, to handle these underground features
We have puppets for leaders, I can drop more knowledge then a preacher
But naw, these niggaz want to be on some battling bull
If words use correctly it cruel, run up you’ll be label as a fool
I got Crazy Azz Niggaz tattoo across tha stomach
Doing home invasion, looking for Slanga shooting niggaz with silly hunches
Like alligators and skanes I’m willing eat up my own kind
Before that bullet go between your eyes you going see CAN signs
And if I got to see you in your city, nigga I'm headed to L.A.X
instead fight he going to get a change in sex
What a sec… it genetics, that why you flow is beyond pathetic
Everybody known you suck dick, it one of his fetish
It don’t matter who you rolling with, because nigga you puss
And that women dress and red lipstick you got on is a good look
Captain Crook, with a devastating hook… hommie use a foolish creature
I catch more beef on this site then a fuckin wide receiver
Using Slanga mouf as a toilet… man I got take a shit
Fuck you bitch, now you no longer on my Christmas list
Keeping yapping and you going to spend the holidays at a children hospital
With your legs detach... O.K. kiddo

FUCK SLANGA

Shit ain't changed a bit.

ALL OF YALL HAD SOME NICE FLOWS!