360 Degrees Of Anger

(Slim Doggia, Phatboy, 808 Pimp, Smokey)

<Slim Doggia>
Voices comin at you from all angles
Ready to strangle all sucker mcs
Fuck wit LF we leave you danglin
Hung by your own lyrical rope
My shit is dope
To be on my level of game
And lyrical plane is for what you hope
But you can't cope
You rockin the boat
Now get tossed in a ocean of reality and see if your ass can float
But you drop to the bottom like dead weight carrion
Nobody'll miss you boy just diss you boy
Scary huh
So watch your back before you set off that lyrical mine
One false move yo nigga its fusion time
You really don't wanna be fuckin or buckin
we takin em skaken em breakin em layin em
down in the dirt, hit em where it hurt
now finish em off dey paid da cost
dont leave no remains dey soul is lost
I told u little nigga shouldnt piss me off
I'm a goddamn soldier nigga I'm da boss
Thought you was slick and u tried to walk
Met my triple(3) six(6) o(0) now its time to floss

<Phatboy>
I ain't scared of ya
Don't care if you bigger than me
Every muphukka die by a gun
Every muphukka bleed
And I don't give a fuck bout what you did
Only care bout what you doin
And I don't give a fuck where ya been
Only care bout where ya goin
Dont care if ya fuck 40 bitches, just can't make up your mind
U say you'll never love a ho, but love just sumptin you'll never find
U should dedicate your mind to learnin wisdom from books
Instead of standin in front of your mirror, practicin ya hard looks
Ya ain't got me shook
Cause you makin every move in the book
Thought you could jack my shit
Nigga you fuckin wit a real crook
You might be able to fool dumb muphukkas
But you can't fool me
While you tried to break me in two
I already broke you in three
And if you ever think you got me, that's when you'll meet sure defeat
Cause not only do i know what's in the books, I also knowledge of the streets
Everytime you fuck wit me, keep diggin yourself deeper and deeper
I forever REIGN supreme, and you will Always be weaker
Now i ain't just tellin you ta bow down, cause you just a waste of my time
I'm jus tellin you don't you EVER ever try ta darken my shine
Cause when you do you fuckin with the source of all life
I be the hand that feeds the world everytime I breathe on the mic
Cause if you wouldn't fuck wit God, then don't you dare fuck wit me
I created this whole shit, you battlin the essence when u just a flea
Why must you identify, why, you will NEVER know
You wanna be in control, but you could never master my flow
<808 Pimp>
I'm pissed at politicians
I'm pissed at NY for dissin
I'm pissed at playa hatas
Perpetrators
Pussy instigators
Energy stealers
Children killers
Wannabe MC's
I'm Pissed at the United States for faking presidencys
I'm pissed at taxes inflation
People tellin me to be patient
I'm pissed at bitches tryna take me for my denominations
I'm pissed at fakes
I'm pissed at record companys not signin me
And fuck niggas tryin me
DEA eyin me
I'm pissed at not havin freedom
I'm pissed at payin for nuclear bombs and not bein able to fuckin see em
I'm pissed at cops fuckin with me me
I'm pissed at fuckin hoes fakin pregnancies
I'm pissed at not havin money
and I'm really pissed that people think i'm funny
I'm really fuckin pissed that I can't smoke weed but Clinton can
I'm pissed at tricks sluts and skeezers
I'm pissed that I can only scratch with my right hand
I'm pissed that its a crime killing yourself
I'm pissed at my tape ain't bein on the shelf
And i'm really fuckin pissed
That no matter what we do or what we bust
YOU KEEP ON DISSIN US!
<Smokey/Gigolo>
My anger reaches capacity
You say you not playin but why you actin G
Steady spittin how you livin lavishly and tragically
You speak of blasphemy
Like 2Pac/Makaveli
I guess its up to me to speak rationally
Get a group with the same hard rock mentality
Divise a strategy
Which is why I roll with the M-O-B family
Bringin day to day southern hospitality
Them fake the funk wanna be artificial emcees
Ask em a question
How you gonna reach em if you're always half steppin
How you gonna teach em if you're always second guessin
How you gonna preach to em if you don't follow your own lesson
You're bound ta get tossed like a salad with the bullshit you're stressin
Now you wanna repent and say you're blessin
But the end is near and is too late for confession