my style fresh like fresh paint i just cant wait
till i catch you beat you record it and put it on tape
they call me OSHEN ONES aka the def saint
my lyrics are strait bank like fith third
who heard about me everbody so whats the word
observe the skill holla back when you get some
some nerve you got comparin us when you spit dumb
you get burnt like stale toast when the coils too close
im your host serving you your style dont come close
i roast cats that want beef like vienna custi lines
then snatch ya check up like kid custody fines
come against me honestly you look like a waste of time
ill give you one hot line like cocaine cut wit lime
then tell you come back when you want some more
knowin dam well you gonna want your money for shore
so i close the store like i aint payin these bills no more
DEPTE REST IN PEACE............
seein that shit brought a smile to my face
hopefully that isnt a dead track
depte was a killer im still in shock that i dont get to see his shit AT ALL ANYMORE let alone on every block or street corner how it used to be....shit.
IM GOIN OUT BLASTIN TAKIN MY ENEMIES WIT ME
AND IF NOT THE SCAR'D SO THEY WILL NEVER FORGET ME
LORD FORGIVE THE HENNESY GOT ME NOT KNOWIN HOW TO ACT
IM FALLIN AND I CANT TURN BACK
THA MOBB
RIGHT HERE GOOD CLEAN FUN
DOPE STYLE
HE KNOW
DONT FALL TO FAR INTO THOSE TRENDY GRAFF STYLES
OR YOU GONNA END UP LOOKiN LIKE PRINCE IN THE FUTURE...
T.IMELESS F.RESH S.HIT
A.LWAYS I.NSTANTLY R.ESPECTED
of course weve got em... locked away that shits over son you like three battles too late. besides all i see you on here doin is makin a fool of yourself. tryin sound cool yo yo yall got dem flicks when yall was graffin and yall battle Mul word word.. go paint and dont ask questions on the internet..especially in our thread.