AloeVera

[trap.]

Name: Aloe Vera
Reps:

Title: The Pimp vs. The Intellectual


a little somthing for everyone....both sides of me...


i take beadies to the chest like i was under smoke arrest,
f@ck a cigerette, smokin` weed and token`s the best,
strokin` and gropin` the cess like a possesed weed fiend,
i search the street clean, for a taste of the sweet green,
get high past the ceeling, day dreaming, wearing my beenie,
i need three thing`s, in this life, i`ll let you guess what each is,
and i`ll tell you right now, with out any, i`m at my weakest,
i`d rather catch desieses, and get blue ball`s till my dick freezes,
than go a day with out the inhalation of the grey cloud,
i`ll throw the pay down, for a pound, faster than a greyhound,
did i mention that Aloe`s also on some P.I.M.P. sh!t?
and that i`m gifted with the ability to get abnormally lifted?
i`m horney with b!tches, "stick"-in more of `em than Blair Witches,
leave `em walkin` away with stitchin` in their hole and slit,
i`m in control of sh!t, even with, "My Gaint" hand`s chick`s can`t hold my dick,
i like my sh!t, rolled real thick, and my roach is held by a steel clip...


~feel the switch commin` on?~


can you feel the realness, all the darkness in the world couldn`t conceal this,
divine light, in my own right, talkin` `bout a avangelist hip hop anyalist,
the caytalist, who`s catapulting slandered sh!t across America,
i`m past hysteric`s cuz, my antic`s are un-chartable,
your in uncharted water bro, and the tides too un-barrable,
the barrel`s roll, over bones, to leave the calcium bone marrow broke,
it takes narrow hopes, and focused strokes, to unmask the cloak,
the bastard spoke, from a young age and the entire world listened,
didn`t know it at the moment he was christened,
but in confession, his lesson, now control`s the world`s blessin`s,
unanswered question`s, raise thick though like fat erection`s,
at election`s, the propaganda, slam`s ya`, `till you can`t distinguish,
relinquish, the fact`s from false and waltz with the true English,
swing dance with romance `till entranced, continue to advance,
the sword and the lance, ending any chance, we`re concubine`s,
programed in spines, `till someday we all become the swine,
numbered line`s, calling`s awakes snakes from their slumber time,
the entrapment is, a fact in this, now it`s not so relaxin` is it...


...wait, aren`t i a circle?


P.I.M.P.`z
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