Posted 15 March 2006 - 09:47 PM
This is a netsong i did, im come up with some audios soon, stay tuned y'all i got mad instrumentals too
The Blast from the Past
The ills of Life always come vast
so to in order to last
i gotta hit these cats
with my Blast from the Past
YO! Pronounce my name BOGGIE!!The lyrical technician, with that Tom Clancy Vision
I spit as neat as a pin, none recycled like a King on teritory missions
I remember how i started, UNcle C bumpin "My Mind's playin' Tricks on Me"
See evidently i studied it subconsciously like teachings from Mahatma Gandhi
"Its not about a salary, its all about reality" the rap lines from a philosophical don
Word is bond, cos we know Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone
The sweet norms of this don were like sippin rums in high school dorms
like the girl Q-Tip macked on, word is she was Bonita Applebum
f*ck that! whenever i felt down She'd tell me "You're all i need to get by"
so with that in mind, I stayed like LL having "twice my age" MCs scared to try
Imaginations of her puts me in a frenzy, densely like when a King feels tense
I still love her thats why each sentence i spit is fenced with Common Sense
Snoop and Dre coined G funk hits with De La Soul thinkin "Me, Myself'n'I" could fix it
Craig dropped the first ever remix while Nas debuted with lyrical whoodini tricks
Snoop & Dre bumped out E in a verbal melee to become "Compton's Most Wanted"
The violent tales and misogynic lyrics had congress statin, Hip Hop was haunted
My homies from Igbobi, B and Tobi try to live fast fighting for happy times and not joy
Sold their souls for "Jeeps, Lex Coupes, Bimaz & the Benz", my niggaz became lost boys
I fight the Power insightly with my mighty mic to see my people free
Don B will forever be remembered as the one that coined a plea for Dead Presidents to represent me
Hook:
For each life that ended Fast
tryna get out the crime mast
I verbally lay casts
With my Blast from the Past
The ills of Life always come vast
so to in order to last
i gotta hit these cats
with my Blast from the Past
Its Don B in the Place to be, the name's B to da O double G, I..E
I spit like an all star veteran, and i still bang heads like i with E.P.M.D
Trust this, i spit hot shit stickin up cats like "Put your hands were my Eyes could see"
Got fake jakes RUNnin from me,cos im notoriously known for eradicatin Sucker MCs
My name might be B.O.G but i still work up The Formula like i was the D.O.C
A Life of some much pain, so i express my rhymes vividly like B.I.G in Juicy
James told me to be Black and Proud, so like Rakim I always Move the Crowd
with the G.U.Nz, stompin on these ants going pound for pound with infinite rounds
the original AK, got others Ego Trippin like i was an Ultra Magnetic MC clone
On A Good day like Cube or UGK, im sippin on a 40 with a Pocket full of stones,
got off the phone with sid,its time for Deep Cover so like the Twinz in 98, we bustin off domes
as simple as shown, dat regally we Do or Die, Still po' pimpin rollin on 24's with alloy chromes
no thrones but a round table for Kings, so fakes stay away this is da Ready to Die Warning
just peep the Dawnin of this Mogul, i tellin these fools that this right here is Nothing But a G' Thing
killin periodically like a pendulum swing, i stayed like N.W.A i was Always into Something
Can't doubt the mac that i pac, as recalled i told some dead* cat there "Aint no Future in your Frontin"
who would have thought that i'd pull through, go Ask ODB im The King who held his own in the Brooklyn Zoo,
Doubt my truth, then ask Lord Tariq, why each crime that went down uptown was nothin but Deja Vu
but to my East and West brothaz, South pole Murderers, and to the ones up North, the noble Marauders
Imma carry the Green white Green, like Frost held La Raza, i'm reppin for all the sons of the Mother
Hook(x2)
Life is hard and sometimes in order get thru the present,
you just hit em' with a blast from you past....
"The Words that I manifest"
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