I caught myself head bobbing to ****** leaking red ink on vinyl keep the track spinning doing rounds of H-bomb clouds all white got my head on tight got my nose off right check the center if I could see it muddled beats lead to reaps Jack's a busy man death a grave business all trades he deals diamonds for profits sick the Hound he's got no time for games thrones be melted down set the mold for a caravan desert eagles circle corpses warm body, not for long heat brings in the winter tore snow through his soul ****, I thought blacks ain't like cold they nod to that **** you give it a hook though caught up in the bait cheap and shiny rock their life away as it drums in the ear keep the bass bumpin mama'll keep pumping the tears gassed up with super diesel you gotta peep the subliminal laced up in the air inecessant bumble of the bees got a sting like no chaser wait to explode, to exhale, to bust oozie laid to rest patient is revenge but always with a righteous fist BOOM!
Sorry this is completely uncharacteristic and has absolutely no structure. Unedited stream of conciousness to a Nas cd. Even "good" rap is about guns, ***, and drugs :( why?