(Got Dope Whisper)

I spit that crack shit, but never crack like I got chap stick,
All you spit is whack your shit won't ever crack like plastic,
Drastic , with or with out the strap attack shit,
Catch you in the cut you probably file for harassment...
Bastard, the people stating you soft,
My people got the weight and you just waiting to cop.
I don't care if youre some sorta secret agent or cop,
Got no problem shipping weight up in'a bacon box.
And with this case in chalk , I'm placed in Satan's socks,
To put a runner on the base while I'm facing blocks,
2 strikes deep and not debating a loss,
Cause there ain't no money makin', fakin' lucritive thots, uh,
Condusive this plot, to secure me a spot,
Simply can't reduce all the produce I got.
I like to play on Logic, Reason, Pro-tunes a lot,
Cause this Incredible True Story gives me tokens to slot.
I'm hoping theres a lock, on this door cause if not,
Anyone without the keys can come in with no knock,
And I'd have waited and I have been praying like-a hawk,
To have my patience have been wasted like with writing block.
My writing knocks, just like a lightning shock,
I still control your life tho despite being cocked,
You're a loser to the life-force & while you rot,
It's no-bodies on my record like it's right, it's not.
This spot-light is hot, so if you got it get on,
Now that's the shit I learned from my version of home,
We just spit the dope simply provokin' the crown,
Best to practice what you preach or be prepared to atone, lets'-go!

[I GOT DOPE]
Get that dope & It's Gone.


I live a life at night that's right I'm nocturnal,
Take it from my sights and writes in my journal,
Always think twice, the price is ma-ternal,
Listen my advice is nice it might learn ya...
Or burn ya, with the end of the torch,
If you gave me a reason dawg and I keep all sorts.
Regardless if you new here or if you been with the force,
We find out there's a snake n' and take it out at the source.
The charter we respect not your retarded percept,
Didn't grow up with the jewels, just a ton of regrets.
That's why we act a fool, to keep them COMING THE CHECKS?
Came packin' the tool and put the GUN TO HIS NECK?
His son'll be next, until he open the chest ,
And then I'll burn up a bag and just forget all the stress.
Revert with a rag, I take dessert on the side,
My shirt still got the tag, and I'm converting the rest.
This curse it is blessed to close the curtain on your best,
Bring the independance to your version of a nest,
You lookin' for snow we got the Burton & the Neff,
That just got into town off a turbulance jet.
See why? {Why?}
Cause I got dope.
Being dealt from the hand that the man prevoked.
Open my stance to take a glance below,
And show the evidence through your sandy scope.
Yo,

[I Got Dope]