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Balling so hard

let me take my shots

These burning words

are smoking hot

These poaching roaches

still claiming God's spot

OK Golden Locks

open your bag

let's see what you got

These action figures,

Soft cookie rookies

drinking that plastic liquor,

Narcissistic and materialistic

So characteristic

Feed the dog

his Master's biscuits

You can kiss these frogs

but be realistic

These clowns aren't the king of wit

with those ill faded spirits

composing those lazy lyrics

How could these puppets be legit



Balling so hard

in this practice drill

These toy soldiers

just aren't real

with that weak tin

and counterfeit steel

These pocket pigeons have no skills

with their dark vision of true logistics

They're willing to risk it

for a triscuit

and a hell-bound deal

There goes that stare...

Boy if look could kill

They're still dazed and ill-equipped

feeble and weak

They've been snipped, no more thrills

Hold'em to the flames

and melt away their fame,

Not mines, God's will

Come hard

or don't come at all

Y'all got that lame game

so don't come or call



Balling so hard

playing all positions with this peel

It's my ambition

to fulfill this mission

and collect on this bill

And I refuse to yield

to these bottom feeders' will

They can't phrase me

They can't raise me

They don't amaze me

with these padded statistics

That's on the real

Saying they'll go gorilla

OK ape, this show is free

I'm gonna let the thriller in Manila

shape your fate then let it be

Alright Whodini,

Let's see your great escape...

Took his cape

I'm doing this for a blind fee



Copyrights 2011

Robert Anthony James






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