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JON HARTLESS / Blog

VERSE OF THE WEEK -WK24- RUNNIN OUTA TIME V. 1

I'm runnin outa time but where do I start/ Got so much on my mind that I got a brain fart/ So I'm talkin to my mind thru other body parts/ My hand says to my brain, y u hidin in the dark/ But no reply bacc, he still without a spark/ Maybe come from another angle, like my forearm/ Sendin signals to my head, no response like its dead/ Now I'm startin to alarm, is my mind in harm/ Need the right thing to be said to jump start my head/ Probably from the heart but haven't worked that far/ Slowly but surely I make it to my engine/ Needa revive my brain, its my ultimate weapon/ So my heart sends a power surge str8 to the brain/ Now he live & kiccin but got no clue what he sayin/ He's talkin real craze, spittin in a blaze/ But all I understood was which way is the stage/

VERSE OF THE WEEK -WK23- THE ROSE FROM WHICH I CROPPED V. 2

I came from the gutter, was bread to make butter/ I don't speak wit a stutter when I huddle wit my cutters/ Just let em know the gameplan, they feed bacc information/ Community revolution un progress, I put my faith in/ The crooked shiesty U.S. government is what we facin/ Purple green aphrodisiac, what we blazin/ Stealth mercinary ninja soldiers what we makin/ The whole world n everything in it is what we takin/ We been stucc in the puddle long enough n I've had it/ The government help out so much that its sad/ If u really knew what they did wit all the people's taxes/ U'd b jumpin white house fences knoccin doors down wit axes/ Fill the puddle wit cement, no more quicc sand/ No more swamp land, build my own mountain/ I was born on the bottom but I rose to the top/ One crack in da concrete dats the rose from which I cropped/

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK22 - LAVISH LIFESTYLE V.1

I'm tryna live lavish b4 my body vanish/ right now i can manage but i got other plans/ inside ima savage, i know ima bastard/ but when it come 2 this rap shit, i got it mastered/ just need 1 opportunity, give me a chance/ i'll never look bacc once its in my hands/ i'll run wit a tracc, build up my traffic/ let my music work 4 me, sit bacc n smoke some cat piss/ soon the money be on stacc, plenty o's n da lap/ upgrade the stang & lac, cop the maybach/ u seen them small faces, they come from way bacc/ got them old school dollars, can u say trap/ i flow so phat n blow mad blue dragon/ if my rhymes werent that i wouldnt be braggin/ i wouldnt be saggin n blue rag flaggin/ if it wasnt 4 my moms n pops gettin it craccin/

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK21 - CAN'T BELIEVE IT V.1

can't believe that i made it this far in life/ never once did i think i wud C 25/ maybe 18 but the grass didnt look green/ some homies turned bitch so i got a new cream team/ baby on the way, gotta feed my seed/ so i'm not only blowin, i'm growin these trees/ i'm not only flowin, i'm mowin these beats/ its time to turn my dream into reality/ time to build a family, time to build a dynasty/ can C it n the distance, my goals r in reach/ i gotta b persistent and learn while i teach/ always stay consistent so follow my lead/ let god b my witness, ima make it off these streets/ ima turn it all around, ima do it on a dime/ pry the devil off my bacc so i can let my son shine/

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK20 - BUILT 4 THIS V.2

never will i fall, never will i give up/ never will i stall, won't let up until the finish/ i keeps on grindin, dont get outa line man/ fucc bacardi lime, triple shot of the hine man/ i'm built 4 this, i ain't no sis/ i aint no pus, i just bang crip/ u fucc stank bitches while i claim riches/ they say that u a snitch, a hall of fame witness/ i'm built like the terminator known 4 exterminatin/ u more like the sherminator known 4 hibernatin/ the difference between me & u/ i walk on a higher ground u got on 2 left shoes/ ima walk all over u & enjoy it like a cruise/ ain't nuthin u can do i'm worse than a sore tooth/ i'm juicin up the score u just a sore loser/ i got more defense & attacc than a mafia wars cruiser/

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK19 - KEEP ON SMILIN V.2

i'm still smilin, not wilin/ & one love to my lil cuzin Ryland/ i've put a floor in, i've dun some tilin/ i put some work in cuz they was hirin/ i spit fire man, til my retirement/ u hear them sirens, they bringin firemen/ like they gonna put me out, are they retarded/ j. hart lace his raps wit retardant/ & i always carry, succa repellent/ u know this world is scary, who we tellin/ so bacc the fucc up off n keep it movin/ u can stop the talk, its proved useless/ shoot 4 the #! spot, thats what i'm doin/ do not talk to cops, act clueless/ i'm from the ruins but i'm not ruined/ i made it thru it n now its time to prove it/

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK18 - FUCC STEWY

fucc stewy, your reputation kinda puny/ if u a made man then I'm king louie/ u scare your own shadow, i attacc like a hewi/ I'm in the dictionary daily, wont let the rap game consume me/ I'll eat u like a soupy, shit u out poopy/ now your days as a rapper lookin gloomy/ u'za white boy wit waves, what more can i say/ u prolly shave your armpits, chest & your legs/ u look like a witch, act like a snitch/ rap like a tricc so u must be a bitch/ one more word, have u swimmin wit the fish/ i got hand made weapons courtesy of griffis/ I've learned how to use em, i know what i'm doin/ some still say that i over abuse em/ fucc a metaphor I'll get str8 to the point/ when i kill you its strictly 4 the joy/

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK17 - A KING INTRODUCED TO HIS THRONE V.2

I am king, this is my throne/ i rule this kingdom until i'm gone/ i make the rules, have em set in stone/ stone what i use when i build my home/ home is the place where i start my foundation/ a foundation important in any situation/ the situation changes on an everyday basis/ & everyday i wake up, wit less patience/ no i'm not a patient, ima doctor/ i fix problems, small or blatant/ to know what i know u'll need my brain then/ to see what i see u'll need binoculars/ u wna prosper, just watch us/ teach u a thing or 2 about stuff/ all the things u need to know n life cuzz/ is right here in front of u, u need to learn to soak it up/

VERSE OF THE WEEK-WK16- WESTSIDE CHICO VS.1

st. francis 2 the westside, i'm 12 years old/ had 2 crash my sisters pad cuz i ran away from home/ 5-0-8 west sac, on the corner of warner/ we blazin up saccs, no one 2 make me follow orders/ 2nd story off da balcony, tryna macc a bz/ gettin faded, actin silly how we started n.c.c./ nor cal crip, we all jumped each other in/ the crew was real tight, a real gang bacc then/ broke apart, went our own way, still bangin crip/ moved around the westside, columbus and west 6th/ doin stupid shit, jaccin cars, ditchin school/ robbin cribs, paccin nines, dam i was cool/ cuzzo bangin on the door told me the homie got iced/ man that shits not right i was with him last nite/ rest in peace juicy juice u will always be remembered/ its a cold cold world when the great fall like timber/

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK15 - DREAMS V.2

dreams, nightmares, fantasy, reality/ screams, chills, sweats, u feelin me/ whats real, whats fake, in this life whats it take/ whats at stake, whos on the take, what is fate, dont close the gate/ im open 2 suggestions, insightful information/ about this world n whats comin, its becomin a frustration/ am i awake, am i asleep, what secrets does the government keep/ once a boy now a man feel im n the matrix land/ torn between 2 worlds/ its a crazy as life more complicated than girls/ u never know whats gonna happen, cant predict a damn thing/ everyone n everything has to go thru a change/ we gotta maintain, try to keep a sain brain/ cuz in todays age drugs n alcohol to blame/ most people cant separate dreams from reality/ thats a tragedy and becoming a common casualty/

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