This was another piece I did while I was teaching in DC. At the time I was still going by my original alias, Black L (the lyrics reflect that); some of the content is pretty dark, and that stemmed mostly from my personal frustration with trying to get into the music game, while still working as a public school teacher. Well, here's Picture A...
"....Picture a/Black 4 fif with a bullet/Disrespect my temple with a thought that I should pull it/And I got another one/But it's empty/But I don't know which one is which/ So please do not tempt me/To squeeze and bleed/And leave part of my steaze/Now I see why MediK/Smoke trees/Cuz me being one of the meanest emcees/And he being the medical magician of beats/It doesn't make to me/That we ain't go no CD/Fuck my foot/I can't even get my big toe in this industry/You must not hear me clearly/Hear ye, hear ye/L is always ready/Flow so ugly/Everybody calls it Betty/Or Yeti/Yet he/Wanna touch the honeys/And they let me/Fuck with they inhale exhale/Spread more sheets than excel...."
Til next time
-D-Lock
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