Please notice there will be a mild amount of cursing in this.
Directions:
-Go to Official Instrumentals website
-Click "Beats"
-Password is "rocket" (for the meantime)
-Click the # symbol
-Click "2Pac"
-Click "All Eyez On Me"
-Click "Ambitionz Az a Ridah" and listen to the beat in which this rap will follow
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doin wut i want, name is kalu, not too rich
got some niggas after me only when i start to spit
only when i start to spit, no not ballin yet da SHIT
asshole's openin no homo, but yea here da dick
yea,
spitin, i just made myself best
best rocks, best shot, take a bullet thru da chest
make a nigga real proud n TKO em like im Test
if u think im boutta fail, then to u ima correct
ima real ass nigga, wit some real ass flow
if u think ima neon nigga, i got some real ass glow
im a lil pregnant bitch who just lost her embryo
n i don’t think i needa toaster t’take my poptarts to go
and pop… yes there goes the weasel
i aint talkin bout a snitch, but i am talkin bout a war
as in boom i dun entered in da world war one
n now dat im fuckin here, i think ima have some hardcore fun
n shoot down da airs cuz no cops, lots guns
n make my own food, as da autotroph is done
cuz as i make my own food, its turns to be cajun
n this nigga like Obasanjo’s, cuz im African
i switched da type of food meanin this is chicken
u a chicken, kick u in da nuts, have u in yo pants pissin
i know i dun’ got my flow down pack
n if u wanna doubt this nigga, i make a bitch’s ass clap
to show u i got money that surpasses Bill Gates
n i open those gates to try and infiltrate
and i never miss a beat tho not tryina make it street
but if u face me on da streets ill show u an athlete
More than just Bryant or Jordan
shut yo ass up, so i can have a word with the warden
cuz that’s wut they say to impress him
but i stay straight, no gay, no undress him
im Mr. President, not selibant, address him
and ill be da only fuckin teacher who can test him
cuz i do wut i want n wut i want’s been done
muscles heavier than dat car meanin eighteen tons
n u can see da blood flowin thru my big ass buns
that hang real low, n dat bitch likes to see cum
comin thru da crowd wit my backpack stacked
and im racin thru it now see my backpack’s track
n i fly higher than an eagle does
u feel the gashes when i kill u wit these big ass evil claws
rewind, n now i feel the need to pause
start it up now so u can feel this teacher’s balls
n i like to talk but get yo 1 inch out
cuz when they honor my pole i get those bitches to shout
no Birdman, but ya see all them pigeons sprout
OUT of nothing as in thick and thin air
David Copperfield on these bitches wit some hair
take all i can as i rob da mo’ fuckin bank
does wut i do, pay dat nigga off to get my thanks
n i don’t even like writin
but im still bein schooled n dem teachers always stay right fightin
if we cud do what we wanted that wud be a lot better
so durin school i can exchange my deals for some cheddar
i just wrote a letter so dat i can setcha
in yo own place cuz i fight wit no wrists
cuz i like to do it big so i fight wit no fists
i use my own feet to try to arrest
i like to force officer’s arrest, to show bitches who’s da best
yes, dats kalu for ya bitchass
permenant substitute, so this is my class….
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Thursday, April 10, 2008
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