You want to rap about a world problem? Okay.. Drugs, here we go. If you are smoking Then you're choking And you know that I ain't joking You work hard for your money You know it isn't funny Life trickling down like the pills You need to have a stronger will A will to survive, I won't tell you lies, But real guys all realize that Drugs are for thugs And crack is wack. That awkward moment you can't afford a payment, everyone will talk smack. Your employer? You annoy her. Personality is garbage. Doing drugs is retarded. I'll be straight, This is full of hate. People lose their lives Men break up with wives Violence involving knives. Marijuana medical drugs Who knew they existed? Drinking beer, chugs.. Cops will be persistent. Do it if you want, Nobody will stop you. Your face will be gaunt, Your lifetime will bop you.
thanks haha yeah I wasn't going to go up against captain because well.... Of course he would win because he's popular here on PIMD. He could get all of campus and forumers to vote for him and I am extremely shy so I am just happy that I did it because it was fun i never came for the prize or expecting to come out on top. Just to.... Break out of my shell for once I guess? Lol and good job to everyone else here as well
While my brain is full of chronic, my mind is full of tension, my microphone progression is like out of this dimension. Bringing heat like Smith and Wesson on these California streets, my ghetto fine Latin grammar perfects these blunt beats. My whole crew is in here, all about smoking that burning that green, got more dope, than could be measured on a triple beam. Its obscene and quite a bit absurd, in the sound proof room straight blowing on that herb. I'm pin'point'n all my targets, proving who's the hardest, Jopo's that artist, fools drop like bargains. There aint no drug that will stimulate, or make you great, accept fate, rappin was ur mistake. That youngest tightest Latino fresh out that Golden State. Dropping tracks back to back in a ridiculous pace. My mind seems to turn in different ways I'm in a daze. Then I bust the type of shit the average rapper cant play. I just stay true skillz, my microphone gets killed, i'm an assassin to lyrics while bustin shit you can feel. I got that number one appeal, like the Los Angeles Lakers bringing heat to you fakers while smoking 'cross by the acres. I'm ending your chapter bringing disaster, you're a fake, a bitch, a poor excuse for a rapper. While I'm a master of words, spittin these nouns and verbs. Cuz this is lyrical warfare, and I'm a true soldier, i wont stop until the fucking armaggedon is over. You need to stop look at the facts, analyze and realize, Jopo's the one and only lyrical assassin on the rise!