Through & Through

By VETO

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"""Through & Through""


Verse 1

I've asserted the flow I got a firm grip/

It's getting hard on' em not quick as a burn get/

Trying to learn this/

You'll pull ya brain muscle/

These rappels ai'nt worth shit I make 'em pay double/

Troubles with the law. Nah I don't have none/

Cause I know who the f**k to stay away from/

Once the words seep deep into your eardrums/

You'll understand why I gott'em all high-strung/

Suck my penis/

Trying to victim my genius/

Blow 'em out throw 'em away like I do my damn Kleenex/

It's. Nothing to the man who packs a plan/

My brain moves a warp speed before yours begins/

You think you cooler in that Caddie/

Well silly ni**a that Benz won't make you happy/

My life lacked a Poppa. But I don't miss my Daddy/

Sometimes I sit and wonder why my Mother loved him madly-/

Well I guess I can relate I used to love my babymother more than Oprah gained weight/

So what's the haps? It's time to shake I got 101 shows it's only 52 states/ (Im working hard!)


Chorus

Im working hard!

Im working hard!

Im working hard!

Im working hard!

My God!

Verse 2

To be a living legend/

Is such a misconception/

Im on the field for real but I ain't throwing intercepections/

My lyrics my possession/

You take it how you wanna/

I bet you understand it like you heard it from ya Mama/

Yeah- I believe in karma/

That's why I don't pack gats/

Im smart as hell I know Apple ain't make the eyepatch/

I rhyme pure in fact/

Come watch it bubble up/

It's still on paper. That means it's uncut/

I call an artist bluff/

These turkey's full of stuff/

You couldn't go against me cause you ain't rapped enough/

You hear the bar structure/

You hear the flow and/

You thinking damn this ni**a been computer programmed/

Im moving fast as cars/

Im out of here on Mars/

Never taking off. Ni**ga Im working hard/

A job well done/

Seen seldom/

He better than me. Yeah when Hell come/

Above ground/

And sh*it's no longer brown/

When my kids can play outside and the cops don't carry pounds/

(Till then)

So till then Im on they ass/

And ain't no need to feel me up because Im already gassed/

Chorus"