some shit i wrote earlyer fo a colab with my crew bout drugs

fatall error

this first one is kinda mad coz i was high whe i wrote it the second one is more from the heart

I rep my crew but I wont stand with you//like a bandit I’ll entangle you//and when I’m high I might tango with you//walking on thin lines $$$$ing up minds is what drugs do to you//stand clear coz I cant see who I’m pointing to//from glue sniffing to grass smoking from $$$$$ $$$$ing to tree raping//it even makes my rhymes irritating//spitting more addictive $$$$ than morpene//took weed and ended up on a whole new scene//man I fill like jack with a big blunt stock in my hand//but I got the whole world in my hand//I’m so high I don’t even understand what I’m writing right now screaming common jay lest go//spook watch my back yo nam lets get that dough//pack your bags were living yo hazard grab your locks ""jayremy"(yo fatall wake up your dreaming)
$$$$ no I’m not I’m just hallucinating while I’m sleeping!!/
got you on your knees creeping trying to put an act on to late i'ma start clicking//t.h.n got all of you mind $$$$ed and bleeding//drugs do as no good but we go on repeating//stealing from our mums till we start dealing//my blunts out which means my rhymes finishing







An endless hunger for victory confusion over our lives so we end up rapping our entire life story//suspicion will turn your own mind against you fatally//when things go wrong we turn to our worst enemy//he makes us feel good but destroys us anonymously//I’m not the enemy of the state I’m the state for the enemy//some do it coz they wanna lay down cowardly//and some do it to get away from insanity//lives ending worthlessly//injecting methane for relaxation and do it repetitively//is there someone watching over our heads will we ever see the man with curability//or will it always remain a mystery//walking in circles coz we cant find our ethnicity//why did it turn out this way, what went so wrong why cant we live peacefully//we think we living it nice in a fake world that doesn’t exist//hallucinations with headaches but we still persist//got us on the run ever since we was six//and if it’s not good enough than we prefer a mix//$$$$ing our minds//it’s funny how lives can end because of tiny pills// “oh but it’s fun it gives us all sorts of thrills”//you ever think about your kids??//what it’s like for them when you spend your life on a sofa surrounded in needles//they wishing for a good parent but end up with a drug addict//you know what’s it like for us when we come home and see our dads trashing the house beating our mums coz they didn’t get their daily dose//we shouldn’t have to wish we should be living good when was the last time that you gave your son a kiss?//if I died now would you even notice would I be missed?//this $$$$ing life is diseased, cursed and I wish I would be dismissed.

Logan

Now drop that double time over a 70bpm track without having a seizure

Unless your Busta Rhymes