Good Girl Gone Bad

When I met her she was still new to the place, I was the first guy to her, she was so innocent, and I was so hoping a lot, she was so nice and perfect if that is the word. We spend precious time, memorable moments that now feels like it was just a dream. She talked about church, the lord and being decent to others. We made promises even if I knew promises always get broken somehow, but at that time it felt so real and guaranteed.

Somehow I felt so insecure about her room mate, the one who was giving me an eye wink when she was looking a way. She seemed so wild, egomaniac and obsessed with herself. I thought she was just being jealous but it was something more than that, she was evil if that’s suits her.

Well I ignored everything like it’s just an ordinary life, but I was not aware of what was happening. She invited all sort of guys and friends who were mainly eccentric in a way. As work stole my time away from her, another work was applied in her head. I started to feel the gap between us growing so mysteriously, well she rejected my calls and my visits. Till the day I went unannounced only to find her with a male friend and she looked so sorry that it granted her my forgiveness over everything but it did not change anything. After that experience I did another of those surprise visit, this time finding her with a homo-looking lady friend who smoked in her room, using her matches (which she had I don’t know for what reason). She treated me like I don't exist until left the room as frustrated and pissed as I was. After months I tried calling her but she chewed my head on the phoned, annoyed I dropped the stupid call. Couple of month later I came across her wearing scary snoop make over, she walked those styles you know those you usually see self-high classed girls walking by.

Now after a year we met closely, funny thing is that it was in another guy's room and he didn't know me & her girlfriend know each other. The guy left us alone in the room when he going to the bathroom, then I got a chance to take a good look at her. Her face was if she use mortuary puffs, her smell was of feminine typical but not typical of her, her eyes were deeper and darker, her clothes were nothing like anything I ever thought she could ever wear. Her voice was still toned as soft as it used to be but her words and her vocal were contaminated than I could ever imagine of her. that’s when I realized I don’t know the women next to me, she is not the same lady I fell for, there is nothing that I admire about her reflection. I mean yeah I like those snoop looking bitches, but I love them because I know nothing about how they used to be and their much better being. Although she looked more embarrassed of the situation at that moment, she gave me those visuals like she is trying to prove a certain point to everyone. I never said a word to her but in my mind questions were flowing endlessly, questions like is she aware of who she became? Does she present her self in this way at home, to her parent, old friends or it’s only a campus thing? Is she possessed with some kind of evil spirit, a devil worshiper of some sort? Is this what her previous room mate did to her or is it what she made her self? Is she focus on her future with books or that’s her future she’s living? The guy came back and I made up an excuse to leave him together with the creature.

Normally I should be upset with how we ended but I am not, I really feel so sorry and disappointed for what she has became and hope she somehow find god immediately to revive her soul.

Game Change

This lines were one one my experimental line, how i wish you could actually hear this. 

anyway drop some comments below.

That krypton, to that chi-town, that fly shit in ma uptown.

I'm living it, I'm saving it, handle it like on my laptop.

Who’s getting it, who’s feeling it, who sharin my blood top.

I've done it, I've killed it, now tell me who’s level to compete with.

Tell me who gave you that obligation to fuck with me bitch.

Me have overnight success compared to ‘em hoe witch.

I eat ‘em y'all niggas such as my last sandwich.

Shit glowin’ now, shit blowing down, she said she’s living the life now.

I ain't fallin’ for that, yeah girl not ever not now, uh.

‘Em Sissy niggas fuck with me, but i ain't blaming ‘em cos that's closest they ever get to plain foul.

They ain't gettin it please Prof De Layed, please teach em mo.

I don't sporticulate in any way but man i really ball.

In the game we bout to excrete em, like its abortion.

Success, we get it in different sizes call it unfair apportion.

Smear all ‘em faces with a hot surprise lotion.

Fetch boy, get this cash quick, light motion.

Get the taste of this life, could've sworn its custard.

Since I’m feeling so big now, I’m growing mustache.

Fake niggas a holding it down, like some froze mustard.

Just wait till the sun comes out, they turn to bastards.

The routine suddenly flipped aside, accept this new shit over here.

Estranged Peace

Ofcourse it was an enviromental influenced track, i see the things that are bad too... and this is what i came up with. say something

I will keep fightin'
you know i keep hustling
i aint no angel, i aint got halo
takes an ordinary nigga to realise ordinary struggle
leaders keep the fraud
and the peace become fragile
the moments we charish, usual ends up fatal
i feel like all cats should be labelled sympathetic, parasitic or mutual
cause enemies keep waiting, for that revenge moment to grap
homie keep talking, but we know thats crap
i aint talking hate, nowadays the love is gap
pleasure is rare, not everyday you hear the gasp
we all tryin'a live, survival of the fittest is all you get
drive me insane and i'll drive you to hell
devil busy pullin' and lord is there to bless
nation so polluted, they all admit the blame
why accept if you aint extingushing the flame
they all work-up over money and fame
looking in the back view, life looks like a game
speaking global, none of seemed friendly
land so wealthy but the kids so hungry
why fight power on people by making them mo angry
dealth ends everything, for a bully that seem angry
i wish we can make priests presidents, well they'll think politic and play violent
nothing is actually perfect, i guess they just bio-brand
look how we come from nothing to something then back again
decently speakin every individually is pushing for the gain
every step we ever take is like planting grains
maybe this world is another planet's hell by the pain
multiple fields of industries, all brough civilization and side effects
vodoo magic peeps why you messing up my reflects
it didnt just happen over night, consipiration depends
my bigges wish at the moment is if the enviroment could go to reset.
The outcome burns on to be shit
there is not much of a point to highlight on an empty sheet

Emotional Drift

 I know you love this more than i do, i even thought this is my weakest lyrics but hey i did write it didn't i?

Dina, Dina the love of my heart
Spend some of our lives, that is themed like art
Believed it to be special but turned to be fart
Decision, Decision so what you gonna opt
I paid lot attention to u still indebt
You only show what pleases your friends, where’s your true feelings kept?
If hard trying isn’t enough then honey what should be done
Moving in constant , cats & rats like fun
Volatile minded-girl, fades with the sun
Love everything about your features, only hate the acts
You highlight the fake, temme how will I paint it with facts
If delivering love was like mail, baby use the fax
Can’t read your clues, maybe if it was in text
Those hints are never coherent
May think I’m a fool but full of comebacks
Now all we have special, are snapbacks
Oh my love, i wish we could go back
I hate this emotional drift.

The One In Fact

 yeah it does mean shit, i know i know this some shit i like a lot too....

Bitches ask how u do, how u feel in this new stich

Doing good, feeling hood in this shit bitch

Same niggas, some of them fell for this bullshit

wachu doing, how u roll, why flipping papers like it don mean shit

Keep us thrilled, keep it real, keep it realer than the rest of shit

What would you do if you had that fame & all the lights?

Would u stick to the flows & rip it tight?

Would u yield so huge, wen hater fight?

Have your name cleared up wen the night is darker

Get better if the press write u sucker

Always back yourself up to this mothafuckers

Then they ask do you think u deserve to be here

Wouldn’t be, if i shouldn't be, suppose i didn’t be

Then who else would build game, amuse the fans and tell it beautifully

The game become rougher when u include the bully

Then you'd truly discover the dully u recover there be on u fully with no cover

Since you ain’t got idea on how real this become

Then you'd be intrigued what’s going down in ma dome

World of law and kings the feeling of Rome

Working restlessly on sleepless nights just to own the throne

The greatest young star in a flesh

When this is over you'd say I’m the chosen in fact.

Success Over Failure

Here one of those lines you sit and think damn most of the lines hes spit are real, well i wanted to give my lyrical abilities abit more broad fire.... get it or should i demonstrate?

Is working for the excessive needs out of the question?
Nepotism when most creeps get in the industry in an exception
Rappers nowadays spit fake lines to deliver deception
Only truth in ma verses, bet I’d pass the honesty test with exemption
I’m getting better instead of saying I’m having it all
Them imaginary status collapse along when they fall
Because of that i never really show off how tall
Haters say its wack but do lovers care?
I get better with every challenge, so please dare
Not familiar with native Lang dope words, lets be fair
The outcome jealousy leads to discriminate
The main hope to terminate then cremate
Even if you succeed I’ll rise from my ashes like phoenix
Now you bout to sell me lame words with addition of false suffix
Wish i was a freestyler, so I’d win battles
Funny how most guys at ma age would poppin' bubbles while I’d be poppin' bottles
Quickly Indulged unto rap game, by utilization of charisma
Handed ‘em haters Something to judge, enhance fake criticism
Bow before this wit enthusiasm, compared to christinism
Make use of me before i proclaim communism
Soft niggas a never real, saw one doing his baby mama manicure
I know success comes to us each like we're in queue
But Moment by moment a bright mc trips to ridicule then melts into use-to-be statue
Then I'd be invited for a hit with ‘em fallout artists to their rescue
I will wont leave with my last hope clue.

Kronic Wonder

This written verse was copied from my line while responding to lines of  Kagisho"Kronic" Shai  (of the D.OX Group)'s reply freestyle on his status on Facebook. This follows the previous post i posted earlier read the following and tell me what you think. 

Complement on ya rap, the shit expressive
I never expanded, guess it makes me impressive
I’m only a writer; I call da shit such as yours expensive
My space is flexible to any shape, highly defensive
I ball very hard, please officer charge ma for being offensive
Still spitin' da hottest breeze you could hardly defuse
Ain’t got work out ma swag, da shit is difficult to refuse
Ain’t gota crew, I bet we could explode if we fuse
Few years ago met with da black D.OX Kronic wonder himself, then had a plan
We talked about gangstarizm and how success is yet to come
He said hez known locally 4hiz debut release but made me mad and wana be
Now I’m dreamin’ higher than nigas’ at ma age cud ever be
If u ain’t got plans take all ya cash and invest in ma, coz later I ‘ma be at benefits.