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Don't call me dunn, 'til I'm finished

Marcus Garvey Village, 'Lo items vintage

Me, wear FUBU? Man listen!

That's like the Marlboro man smokin a Winston

Polo Rican! From the cradle to the precincts

Holdin noise, mug shots, the Polo-roids

You not thirsty as me; you neither

With one sip I could kill a two liter!

Snatch calteras, funk cualquiera

Left hook izquierda, with tijeras

Verano, hot, verano

The streets is watchin, velalo

Drop, science, speak true facts

Jail activist, made my own doo rags

 

Polo Rican! Ralph Lauren pueblo

Tommy ain't my gear, I will never rock a bear coat

Ecko - no puedo!

Typo de porcuello, Polo, bijuelo

Mossimo's, for facilones

The lights are on, but nobody's home

Who could stop me? A nana de mami

Illuminati, lodging

Polo golf shoes, curry goat suit

It's a thin line between, jakes and thugs

He ain't a Lo-Life if he's wearin Lugz

Polo shaving, never salute Old Navy

Condemnado, yo soy el quemando

El clavo, blew them out the cuadro

Turn beef to caldo, papa mojada arrablajada

Off the hook, agancha!

Knowledge this, profit lives

Still got my eighty-six Gucci moccasins

 

P-O, L-O, on my hat

Vio, bueno, never wore shit from Gap

No digato, illegalo, mida bro

Heart of santu says, jibaros!

No ice; fishin at the Shark Bar

True b-boys, don't wear Sean John

Nautica's, not for all of us

North Face official

Style sculptured stenciled

Heads flown as scheduled

Vitare, no me piece el pie

I'm subtitled, speak in French

Spanish version of "Impreach the Pres"

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My mind's the weapon, my heart's the extra clip

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Guest Dusty Lipschitz

Sage Francis- Narcissist

 

Chorus:

 

I don't look at myself in the mirror because I'm a narcissist /

I simply like to watch myself exist...(HHHH) /

Now I'm in a fog and mist...(HHHH) /

Now my reflection is anonymous... /

Ponder this: /

 

I've seen a reflection of my soul in the store window /

Caught in limbo 'cause I was dressed all in Timbo's (Timberland) /

Having vivid fantasies of playing Polo with Ralph Lauren on a Tommy Hill /

And my paper thin spirit was still grieving from the Versace kill /

In Florida. Opened the door to the store and I walked through the corridor /

To see they had a blow out sale on Nautica /

But I've always been a Lord of the button down Flies? /

And being they were half-priced, I just passed 'em on by...looking for Levis /

But Guess...what? All my favorite clothing lines and hip designs /

Were being liquidized and it made me sick to my eyes /

I don't understand...when I had no ends...the price was quick to rise /

I'd buy a pair of "trends" even if they didn't fit my size /

Purchase a surplus of "fads" from merchants whose ads /

Made these cheap ass fabrics that were so worthless and sad /

Just look priceless. They used unethical devices /

To attack my sense of self-worth during my prepubescent crisis /

It fed into my insecurities, so instead of being righteous /

I wan't everyone to see me like this. "Kid, it's all about who looks the nicest" /

Ice is falling off my Rolie (Rolex) onto my body "Shoot! /

I hope to hell it doesn't melt and ruin my Armani suit." /

While I'm sweatin' this...some kid who doesn't got any loot /

Is buying my necklace along with my same exact khakis and army boots /

"What?! This is blasphemous!" /

Since Adidas tried changing its logo there ain't been nothing as wack as this /

It's probably a stunt being pulled by Animal Rights activists /

Because of all that Third World country garbage, but I'm a pacifist /

So while these monkeys sweat over my name brands that exchange hands /

From enslaved lands, I wonder if I'm the same man /

Without reward...for what I bought but CAN'T still afford /

This is the type of self-realization that might have killed the Lord /

I didn't mind working for free as a walking billboard /

But now I want my money back...as my ice spilled and poured /

Onto the floor I did see a distorted reflection of my Nike hat /

Now I don't know how others might react /

For me it was an unsightly act that helped me get my psyche back /

I stood 5 feet back, afraid that it might strike me like "Shaclack clack!" /

You think I'm kidding? Think it's no big thing? /

What I saw made my heart hurt, stomach turn, throat burn, teeth cringe, spine tingle, and ribs sting /

I noticed that the swoosh symbol was nothing but a whip in mid-swing... /

 

Chorus

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