Sothern Heart måste läsas Kritik :D
Southern Heart
From the southern part trough ma heart its dark,
All night but its allright cross ma brain n apart.
I ain´t say I`m smart,
cause ma mother raised me in a shopping cart.
Spending ma time whit hiphop growing crops,
Cause it never stops everywhere i go its cops.
Cause my rhymes crush n it makes ma toung blush so I hush.
You know its no doubt ma head in a cloud,
All this people in the crowd,
Shouting out loud.
Everynight when I sleep I go deep,
I can feel rythem I flow whit the system,
I have to listen to them.
My words pour down like rain,
Spit the tourd its always the same,
I know I´m going fame but I should be a shame.
Dicrase ma face rhymes whit haste,
My rhymes smells good because of toothpaste,
But its a good waste to use,
I Produce in the house ma place.
I have to unite the people in the ghetto,
But though the wierdos at the show,
The show wont flow so they have to go.
No Doubt me n ma homies speak you out.