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JON HARTLESS / Blog

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK14 - KEEP ON TRUCCIN V.3

i just gotta get bk up on my own 2/ y'all cant even start 2 understand what i gone thru/ & who do i belong to, me, myself & I/ been livin on dat bong food, blowin circles n the sky/ waistin my potential, stressin on the non important/ & to every boss i ever had i was insabordant/ cuz at a very early age i thought i had a grasp/ but i'm lookin bk now on oppurtunities passed/ what a dumbass, so many things i cuda learned/ instead of chasin after ass, tryna release a lil sperm/ shuda watched more history channel, took an extra class/ shuda saved a lil more instead of blowin all my cash/ shuda moved up to calculis instead of droppin outa math/ i shuda just walked away but instead his face got mashed/ guess ive made a lot of mistakes and ive dun a lot a dumb/ i know im not perfect and i never said i was/

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK13- KEEP ON SMILIN V.1

ima keep on smilin, im bout to have a son/ no more wilin, im sellin all my gunz/ now im jellin & i dont even know dr. scholls/ 1 time felon, but i climbed up & out those holes/ what im tellin, 1st thought that come across my dome/ what u smellin, burnt lips cuz i spit these fire flows/ now i dont need no negativity around/ i dont wanna C no ones smilie upside down/ i dont know if i'll really ever find happiness/ still im on that life pursuit 2 find that perfectness/ i promise 2 never let my son be parentless/ i swear 2 all my fam i'll try to limit all the stress/ cuz i need to live long, i need to live strong/ so i can be around 2 teach him right from wrong/ u prolly need to take anotha hit from the bong/ so u can fully comprehend the level that i'm on/

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK12 - THE ROSE FROM WHICH I CROPPED V.1

Those who mind don’t matter, those who matter don’t mind never cared either way, that’s the song of my life Do I need to ask forgiveness from the ones that I love Do I need to be repentin for my sins up above I grew up on welfare eatin government cheese Wire close hanger antenna on da t.v. Hand me downs on my bacc, pro wings on my feet Too much cigerette smoke n da house, I cant breathe Too much fitin at nite so a youngsta cant sleep Too many people n the spot there barely enough to eat No one ever paid attention but I learner how to read I learned how to write n wit the math ima G Mama gone off da chewy so im playin n da streets Red light green light, hide n go seek Ima 80’s baby raised n the 90’s U know what that means I was raised a lil grimey

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK11- DREAMS V. 1

crazy thoughts all the time, like parasites in my mind/ searchin thru the darkness 4 a single ray of sunshine/ never been gun shy, never will i run & hide/ im standin up for the fight, willin to fight 4 my rights/ never will a break stride, accepted my role in life/ born with enhanced sight so i use it when i write/ apply it 2 everyday life keep pushin til i get it right/ & if i get a chance 2 save a life i'll save a life/ no more pipe dreams, no more pill fiends/ all done wit plot schemes time 2 produce real green/ time 4 a new scene the last one was bootsy/ time 4 a new queen the last few were moody/ i have visions of the future, up early like a rooster/ 2day i awoke normal one day i'll be super/ might take a few years but it could be sooner/ stay focused on the prize aka str8 shooter/

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK10- KEEP ON TRUCCIN V. 1

its time 4 me to C the light, time 2 change my life/ 1st step i gotta take, gettin rid of my wife/ no more stress, no more drama now i can have a clear mind/ & the 2nd step i'll take is 2 quit livin trife/ no more faulty people around me that can stab my baccside/ i dont wanna have to ride, i'd rather roll up n get high/ just sit bacc & write rhymes, sip the gac n spit lines/ u dont wanna C my bad side n i dont wanna be the bad guy/ 3rd step i'll take, quit fuccin wit these hoes/ cuz they only dig for gold & i cant have that in my life/ i cant take no more lies, thats not the way i roll/ i can tell i'm gettin old, my senses r startin 2 grow/ i can C thru the hate, still i stand in the cold/ i can C thru the fake but dont know what the future holds/ i do have future goals & some lifetime aspirations/ so the 4th step i'm takin, is self preservation/

VERSE OF THE WEEK -WK9- CUDA, WUDA, SHUDA V.1

I love 2 make music, time 4 me 2 prove it/ get me out this ruin, ima teacher & a student/ sometimes i think screw it but i know i gotta do it/ ima winner, never losin, even wen im losin/ right now i feel like cruisin, takin another brew in/ listenin 2 my 2 tens, breathin in the cool wind/ thinkin bout some true shit, realize the trueness/ that im not the coolest but im close to it/ o i thot u knew it, hartless run thru it/ want that new blue 6, need 2 tie up loose ends/ i been known 2 get ruthless so dont be foolish/ fire prawn stew spit, dont u get the clue kid/ my crew do bids 4 bein 2 stupid/ & loose a few kids just 4 bein clueless/ im lookin 2 recruit then, everyday i lose men/ my lil brother blew it now he lookin 2 lose ten/

VERSE OF THE WEEK -WK8- INTERNET CYPHER

my release so sicc, craccin lyrics like a whip/ unsanitary spit is what dribble off my lip/ my 1st typed cypher, a hip hop lifer/ known to walk the wire when the situation dyer/ i keep the mission riffin, still searchin 4 whats missin/ whats lost will be found in another dimension/ y everybody snitchin sendin good folks to prison/ its such a contradiction from that "thug" life? u livin/ im now graduatin from the bs n hatin/ patiently waitin for 4 an opportunity to take it/ breathe lyrics like air so simple but amazin/ i c your eye brows raisin wen jon hartless make a statement/ i got 2 pennies too, so i guess we got 4/ if everybody put theres in then we'll have alot more/ buildin empires together need a sturdy foundation/ no matter what the weather we gon hit the town blazin/

VERSE OF THE WEEK-WK7- MICROPHONE FANTASIES

It’s the m-I-c hip hop fantasy/ Brought 2 u by h-a-r-t/ l-e double $ sign me/ s-a-u-c double e/ c-r-I 2 the mutha-effin p/ I rep that crip til im r-I-p/ I don’t really care if I sell 1 c.d./ Make a livin n the kitchen, chef boy r-d/ U wna cum against me, u’ll need an army/ Take more than cement n steel 2 bar me/ I rip this microphone wit far more ease/ I shift more dope n burn more trees/ Only n ur wild fantasy u cud b me/ Really think u cud walk n my shoes, please/ I live a crazy life that most people couldn’t handle/ I write it down, spit it out n turn the page like a channel/

VERSE OF THE WEEK-WK6-CREATING BUZZ

Im talkin bout the right 1, that’s me/ They talkin how I write 1 wit such ease/ So dam simple I cud do it n my sleep/ Rhymes poppin like pimples on a jr. high geek/ Guarantee I get a chance I’ll take the nation by surprise/ Ima try n make dat happen real soon here in life/ I need 2 get this paper 4 my kids n future wife/ that’s y im writin all day n recordin all nite/ I think I need 2 light 1, skunk weed/ Cuzz I b getting high from, da blunt tree/ Its so damn easy I cud do it while I nap/ Roll a rap n a snap like the bacc of my hat/ Its my time 2 shine, im ready 4 da lime/ Im almost 2 my prime n ima b there like 9/ Plus another 9 n then that’ll b the time/ 2 retire 2 the pines n just smoke n drink fine/

VERSE OF THE WEEK-WK5- A KING INTRODUCED TO HIS THRONE

a king introduced to his throne/ 1983, february 24/ billions of people on the planet when Im born/ but zero like me have ever been spawn/ Im the year of the boar, Im a great white shark/ Pisces be the sign when i look up at the stars/ got the heart of a giraffe, the strongest in our kingdom/ if u dont believe me u can google it or bing it/ i got an i.q. around 1-5-2/ not too many people can fit my shoes/ Im like a boomerang when i spit these raps/ my words circle round the room then i bring em right bacc/ my rhymes are like an intoxicating trap/ they leave your mind wandering askin how to get bacc/ but your just so intrigued, by this king, u adapt/ your just sittin bacc waitin for more wisdom to grasp/