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Found these bars while cleaning out my back pack. They from when I was 18, 19

I came in here drunk, fucked up off liquor//
One hit of the haze, my thoughts flow quicker//
Not your average nigga, I'm smarter than them//
I don't care if ya'll ball, I'm above the rim//
I spit knowledge strong enough to shove you//
Taught at an early age that the ghetto don't love you//
Its built to murder and jail house fuck you//
Wisdom coming out the finger tips, let me touch you//
I told you if you aint part of my movement//
Then move quick//
Don't make me lose it//
For those of ya'll wit me//
I still spit it sickly//
I got what ale's you//
Lyric Allah will never fail you or leave you out in the cold//
Young or old//
Spit knowledge that you need to know//
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Work

From a studio session I'm in now with Blac Heat. The song was called "Work"

Work like Big Daddy Kane//
A pimp without the kane//
My son is on my chain//
Ur baby mommas on my aim//
Awaiting all challenges from you dumb fucks//
On the corner with a mic and a gun, who want what//
The answers yes when you ask can I bust//
Got that god flow, my raps miraculous//
Stop playing like I aint sick with the bars//
I spit anthrax, swine flu and sars//
Ladies need insurance messing with me, I fuck hard//
One of my back strokes will pop your bra//
C dot versy, I go hard in the paint//
And I never tried to be something I aint//
So fly when I sore through, ur baby momma faints//
Hoe ass niggas, you keep a lot of dick in your face//
Producers, don't get your beat smothered//
I write rhymes and get the chills, I'm cold blooded//

Blac heat, cv, tell them fathers hide they daughter//
She's a gonna when I spot her//
President c dot odrama//
I don't jerk, I work, u better ask somebody//
You have no resume, ur ass is a nobody//
I'm fonzi, ur joannie, too chocha to be chachi//
Watch me, I'll show you how to flow kid//
Can't hang, hand in their 2 week notice, work//
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Verse from Session with STAGE

You chase pussy and say you pimping//
I chase dollas, I'm bout my bidness//
Loser, get your priorities straight//
I treat beats like coke on a plate//
Where the rap fiends at//
I got what you need jack//
Every line is a line//
The best product is mine//
Best Coast corner boy, act like you know//
On the block til every mixtape is sold//
Fresh from the bald head down to the sole//
My son tatted on my neck, game branded on my soul//
C dot, imma real C E O//
Diamonds, rose gold, 20s and above in my bankroll//
Blu division, murda musik, surround myself with the best//
Raps nothing but a game and I got next//
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I jump on beats, abuse tracks//
Everytime I see you grab a mic, get smacked back//
I wrote his rhyme with a sober mind//
Its a hard grind whenever I'm on mines//
I'm on my p's and q's, I'm that dude//
Performed at every venue, I paid dues//
But aint nobody offer me no deal//
I survive off blood sweat and will//
I strive to be better every day//
I'm the cali kanye, west coast lupe//
Come meet the man behind the mic//
My knowledge shines like the sun, soul darker than night//
Its not hard to tell, I gets it in bro//
C dot, heavyweight don mega flow//
After me there shall be no more//
Kick a whole in the speaker, grab the mic and let's go!//

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Verse from Session with STAGE-2

Learn your lesson when your fucking with him//
Him being I//
I being C//
Dot V E R S Y versy//
I'm back on my mic shit//
My advice is//
Hire me as your ghostwriter, I'm nice bitch//
Blu d, murda musik, surround myself with the best//
Raps nothing but a game and I got next//
You now listening to the best of both bosses//
Contro, Stage, every1 else in the coffin//
I blow big trees without coughing//
getting head from ya baby momma often//
She likes nut in large portions//
Everytime she swallows she call it an abortion//
Imma block baby, street orphan//
Your songs boring from start to end//
I just murdered the hook, go ahead and bring the chorus in//
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My Daily 16 Bars: Day 88

I'm stepping up my pen game//
These dudes lame//
You get your flow from your ma'an//
I just pick my brain//
I make words connect like links on a chain//
You need a low price on them thangs, hit me on aim//
I spit clever//
I gets cheddar//
Think that you better?//
*blaow* End that vendetta//
Hold up, I thought I caught him eyeing my bezzy//
My fist small but hard like rocks, c dot chevy//
Best Coast ENT, rep it to my death//
That's my baby, protect it with squozen tecs//
Any drama, I'll put to your neck//
A trigger finger curl will put that bs to rest//
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My Daily 16 Bars: Day 87

It's the return of the mic controlla//
Ya chick get wet as soon as I approach her//
If she got a phat ass, flip her ova//
I'm trynna build my brand like coca cola//
I'mma man about my damn green//
I hear a beat and start itching like a damn fiend//
I got bass running through my damn viens//
Mann, I be sniffing up tracks like they cocaine//
C. Versy, the hip hop junkie//
Spit a fix, need work then get it from me//
I be on the corner doing hand to hands//
Slinging mixtapes and ringtones fam//
I mean god damn, I'm the hardest working brotha in hip hop//
Gotta flow you can't top//
A grind you can't stop//
Watch your favorite rapper flatline when my album drops//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 86

This is for all my people out for they riches//
Listen close and I'll show you get it//
The early bird gets the worm, forever that's true//
And you've never seen a black bald eagle this cool//
Never be last person to the office//
You'll be the last person receiving offers//
Also, never be the first one leave//
The last man standings the last man with cheese//
No snitching, I'm a rat for that//
Hand itching, pen get to twitching, I'mma rap for that//
I do it for the love and the money//
Trynna get dollars to stop running from me//
Wanna be successful, better get on your grind right//
Eating lots of fast food and sleepless nights//
Days go by and you don't see your family//
All because you was in pursuit of that grammy//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 85

If you not part of the team, straight disrespect for you//
Spit on your sternum, tap dance on your testicles//
It's whatever bro when you get in the way of my dough//
Push your waves to the side like Farrakahn with the 4.4//
Oh no, don't test my gangsta//
I'll shank ya if I can't bang ya with the banga//
I'll chop ya with the choppa//
Drop you from a copter//
I smoke like Shotta's//
Mob like mobsta's//
My flow will make your label drop ya//
My swipe will have your girl begging me to put it on ha(her)//
I'm the shit, no flys//
But check the gear, I'm fly//
On point like a walking bullseye//
C "dot" versy a.k.a. THAT GUY!//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 84

Ya'll know I go, I'm no stunna//
Trynna get my bankroll longer than phone numbers//
I'm not dumb, I'm not waiting for my big break//
Got the indie game mapped out, I'm bout to make cake//
Boss hogg, but I ain't Slim Thugga//
A lot shorter, I'm just that nucca//
Studied the game, I know its codes and secrets//
Raping every hot beat, my pen is heat seeking//
I do work like everyday's monday, no weekends//
I'mma leader, you should join my legion//
I got a back bone, words bounce off my chest//
My son's name is tatted on it, must protect my neck//
Listen up you dumb bastards//
The word game I mastered//
Treat haters like potatoes and mash em//
Have em leaning like the lady on the hood of a phantom//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 83

*wrote to "ghetto" by Fabolous*

I moved every 2 years all my life//
So I've seen every level of strife//
I lived where the cubans used to move that coke-ah//
Wondering through the crack house, sexy mami's on the sofa//
I'm from where its hoes of all ages//
I mean real hoes who fuck for any dollar denomination//
Lived in a small city where it was mostly cousins//
You got fam on both sides of the struggle, cripping and blooding//
Out here, abortions is like birth control//
Too many mother, not enough fathers, sad I know//
Welfare everywhere and poor healthcare//
Looking for that sign that says "we take EBT/food stamps here"
There's a liquor store on every other corner//
Had to go up there often with a letter from my mother//
For cigs or anything she was too embarrassed to ask for//
Hood parties and dances is like sex on the dance floor//
Every ghetto has a rapper(that's me)//
Someone to broadcast your blocks pain and laughter//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 82

I live life like diddy and his son//
In Raisin In The Sun//
I life life staring down the barrel of a gun//
But never I run//
If its coming, its coming, lets get it over with it//
I could die right now for my thoughts on the government//
But I'm a man, I stand behind my words//
Its stealing if you taking what you deserve//
That's the motto I follow//
These new rappers not built, they yellow, they spine hollow//
Where I'm from, your homeboys teach you how to be men//
Then you get arrested and learn everything that you didn't from your friend//
I get it now, life is a lesson//
I just wasn't ready to pay attention//
I was a nappy knuckle head running wild//
I've grown polished and strong, changing the world for my child//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 81

C dot, you know who I are//
Your girl slobs my knob in the back of the car//
2 fingers unsnap her bra//
Now she buying me shit with your platinum card//
If you don't take care of home//
Make her open her mouth, I'll take care of her dome//
If you ain't licking the kitty you missing out//
She be sending me pics with her titties out//
Like superman when he taking off his dress shirt//
Throw on timbs and a hard hat, I does work//
When I gets to pounding the poon poon//
Go deep like I'm trynna bury a bomb in her womb//
With you she be frowning, with me she be smiling//
I fucked her on your kitchen counter island//
That's probably not even yo baby//
If you ain't get memo, yo chick is crazy//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 80

Lock me in a lab-pens, mics, pads, I eat those//
Transform in the booth, beast mode//
My persona hotter than your sexy daughter in the sauna//
Lyrical monster causing audio drama//
What does it take to make you understand I'm a track wrecka//
I'm saying...just look at my track record//
Musical morgue, I body that beat//
C dot the butcher, who want beef//
I'm in the hood everyday like chinese food, whose more street//
No pop and locking and but you'll get served when we meet//
It's what ever, who you know more clever//
Watch me put the bassline on a stretcher//
*beep* CLEAR. You rappers is queer//
Skinny jeans, ass out, don't bring that here//
I'll make your set dip, I'm ready, OH BOY//
Swag cemented, I'm demented like a almond joy//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 79

I'm from the era of if u smelt it you dealt it//
The blocks hot, I got it sizzling and melting//
Trynna get my buzz up like a bee on a escalator//
I ain't engineer the game but got my finger on the master fader//
You dumb if you dumbing down your lyrics for the masses//
That means you think your fans are a bunch of dumb asses//
I spit for the people with common sense//
Not a ringtone rapper, but u can buy em for 99 cents//
On beats I'm a beast on a war path//
You heard the mixtape, I don't spit rap, I spit wrath//
The worlds not ready so I give it to em in doses//
Can't hit the booth til I guzzle the henny fifth//
My name holds more weight than a body builder//
My persona will alone will kill ya//
If you bout money and music, I feel ya//
Real recognize real, we ain't gotta get familiar//

My Daily 16 bars: day 78

So what if I'm skinny//
My dick fat, I get busy//
I do eat a lot, you just can't tell//
Pac told you ladies, skinny niggas sling the dick well//
I'll put put put put put it on ya//
Murder the pus, that's all folks, she's a gonna//
I'll have you reaching for shit that ain't there//
Orgasms sound like you gasping for air//
My pipe like a third leg//
Your mans a bad fit, round hole, he got a square peg//
I got that one size fits all//
And if don't, I'll break down your back wall//
It hurts but you like it//
That pillow, gone ahead and bite it//
Just to keep from screaming//
Not only put you to bed, I'll have you screaming//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 77

I grind sun up to sun down until its back up//
I'm in the office, plotting to get my stack up//
You see its blood sweat tears in my rhyming//
Smack you for eyeing my bling, blood diamonds//
I ain't no shoot em up bang bang killa//
C dot, just a gorilla for scilla//
I got kids who like food and clothing//
Not to mention my wrist like to be frozen//
And I want a fly car with the pokey rims//
So I gotta keep cash rolling in//
You can often fine me posted on the curb//
In my environment I watch and observe//
I see the weak get fucked over and fucked out//
That'll never be me, long as I got breath in my mouth//
I'm no poser, no goon, no hipster, no shotta//
I'm just c dotta, doing what I gotta//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 76

I see some dudes hating cuz I'm flyer//
Ya'll not ready for the 80's babies survivor//
I'm a lover and a fighter//
Where I'm from, they kill you quicker than flicks of a lighter//
One look at the tatts shows you what I'm about//
Fists small but they heavy, I'll sock you in your fucking mouth//
I'm cold blooded when I'm in these streets//
Same rules apply when I'm on these beats//
You'll probably find my number in your girlfriends celly//
But look at mine, see pics of me nutting on her belly//
Listen up world, its C dot baby//
1/3 sane, 1/3 crazy//
I/3 machine, don't know how to be lazy//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 75

C dot, I'm nowhere near my prime//
Every line is a line//
By a line I mean a line of coke//
Get it, I'm dope//
*laughs* I spit crack//
Treat beats like football, tackle that track//
Yes, we'd all love to go plat//
But if I don't, it doesn't mean that I'm wack//
Just means not enough people could grasp the facts//
Your favorite rappers a thesbian, all his songs are acts//
I got game that will make a lesbian//
Sit back and think about going straight again//
Yeeaahh, its that serious//
Best Coast E-N-T, are you hearing us?//
If not then open your ears//
Or an ass kicking will open your rear//
With a size 11 shoe//
Foot so deep in ya ass, you'll be tasting my boot//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 74

My son sees me everyday of his life//
My first born, my first name, its only right//
Daddy's baby, my lil soldier//
I try to be stern, but I'mma push ova//
I take him everywhere, office and the studio//
He even be on stage when I do my shows//
He knows the words to all songs//
We be eating pizza, watching movies all night long//
I put him to sleep, brush his hair and his teeth in the morning time//
He looks just like me, no denying the boy is mine//
He listens to me, I demand my respect//
Got his name birthday tatted on my neck//
I taught him how to say thank u and please//
I kiss his boo boos when he scrapes his knees//
When he does good, I give him daps and high fives//
I call him Big Baby Ran, that's my lil guy//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 73

I'm a man//
My balls and my word is all I have//
But I'm sad//
Cuz my daughter calls another nigga dad//
Cuz she don't see me often//
I gotta deal with her momma shit talking//
Everytime I walk in, I'm treated like a stranger//
On the real, I really can't blame her//
I be gone for months at a time//
But baby Jade still on my mind//
I wish I could be there 24/7//
But I can't, I'm on the grind, on a mission//
I'm trynna turn nothing into something out here//
But all she sees is that I'm not there//
And I promise, I'mma make you proud of me//
To you I'm dad, but to the world I'm C dot V//

My Daily 16 bars: Day 72

I'm thinking of changing my name to that nigga//
Cuz the answer to every question is that nigga//
Who got that better flow//
Who out here getting dough//
Who out here dicking hoes//
Who smoking something greener than oregano//
By now the answer should be obvious//
Contro Versy, don't know how to be modest//
Quiet nature but flamboyant on the mic//
My 2 sides struggle, its a constant fight//
But I get em to co exist when I need to//
Verbal killa, everything I spit lethal//
Started out young, torturing notebooks//
Now I backhand beats, give emcees right hooks//
Spit fire, iron lung, no method man//
But if you rolling up, I'll smoke your method...man//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 71

Stressed out and back smoking//
Relief used to be fucking a bitch til her back broken//
No bitches around so I'm back to beat coking//
One drink, one blunt, one pen, I goes in//
Yes I'm fresh and the wrist is frozen//
Its nothing, you'll still get lyrically squozen//
Trynna go from the projects to the pocanos//
Get in the way of that, get left with a broken nose//
I'm bout my pesos//
Chasing dollars while you jacking off to magazine hoes//
You ain't serious about no scilla//
I was the rapping stealing hustling drug dealer//
Its MOB, homies come after that//
Been about my scratch since a shorty with a hacky sack//
I step behind a mic and spit etherless crack//
The hardest working man in hip hop, it gets deeper than rap//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 70

Party and bullshit, trigger I pulls it, he gone//
Where the girls spreading like mustard, I want some dijon//
Growing my beard, getting my prince ali beeb on//
Trynna go from the projects to the pocanos//
Any1 in my way gets left with a broken nose//
This industry full of hoes, im pimping the pen//
Enemies acting like friends, I never pretend//
If I don't like you I make that shit clear//
Find my foot in your rear, I spit lyrical spears//
You can find me looking for drama, piping your mama//
She give me head forever no period or comma//
On the couch wit cha spouse, pushing up on ha(her)//
I spit game like camels and lamas//
Fucking and rapping, Best Coast captain//
And I pack something that looks good in a magnum//
Sex and spit better than u and I get money//
Was a straight A college student, I'm no dummy//
You can't name a rappers whose more real//
Face washed, mind right, swag on chill//
Got a lil change, no longer I steal//
But I'm no mark, I'm still gripping my steel//
It stays on my hip, its black and stainless//
Try as hard as you want, you ain't this//
My left hook will leave your ribs caged in//
My right hand will give you a facelift//
Top notch spitta but my money don't reflect that//
I'm the shit, word to the words on my neck tatt//
No one more gorilla than CV//
Write like I got the streets in my IV//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 69

Too many rappers, not enough fans//
Born in the bay but I don't talk about vans//
My music has substance//
The public needs and it wants this//
These emcees cds is tragic//
I treat they mixtape like morning traffic//
Sit through it cuz I have to//
Then I get to work, I'm the shit, where's the bathroom//
Only paper you touching is confetti//
You and beats is like cheesecake and spaghetti//
Which means its all wrong//
Like drinking the water from a bong//
I don't make songs, I spit psalms//
Its over, where's the asian man with the gong//
Sidenote, when I squeeze that trigga//
Its similar to flicking the off switch on a nigga//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 68

I just want to make music//
Wanna be the most popular at my high school reunion//
You wasting time hating a hater for hating//
I just let em do they job, stunt hard in they faces//
I get money and its not always legal//
Fuck with my cash, things will get uglier than spiegal//
No Phonte, but I'm the rap game's lil bro//
Where im from, wack emcees get the heave ho//
The only playa you know who can ball in timbs//
I'm here to crossover, my games above the rim//
And I go hard til the buzzer//
Got 2 balls for you to bounce but they not rubber//
But I do suggest you use a rubber//
Cuz they got shit you can't cure or recover//
But you gonna do what you wanna do anymore//
Just remember I'm the livest out the golden state//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 67

Ya'll know I go, I'm no stunna//
Trynna get my bankroll longer than phone numbers//
I'm not dumb, I'm not waiting for my big break//
Got the indie game mapped out, I'm bout to make cake//
Boss hogg, but I ain't slim thugga//
A lot shorter, I'm just that nucca//
Studied the game, I know its codes and secrets//
Raping every hot beat, my pen is heat seeking//
I do work like everyday's monday, no weekends//
I'm leader, you should join my legion//
C "dot" baby, I represent Pasadena//
Where the grass is greener, lean ya with the nina//
I'm the modern day over achiever//
I got too many hustles, I'll never be a needa//
Always saying you need this, you need that//
Only thing I'll ever need is stacks//

My Daily 16 Bars: 66

I just wanna spend a stack on ya//
Lay you down and throw cash on ya//
Naw, I'm lying. I just wanna break the back on ha(her)//
Damn girl, you got a ass on ya//
Jerome Bettis the pussy, let me tackle ya//
See the whip and blinging chain, let me master ya//
Front seat, back seat, balcony, I put it down//
Baby if you let me, I'll hit it like chris brown//
Can't breath, you gasping, no air//
Playing with your pussy at the bar, no hair//
I fuck like I got a hemi//
For testicles and I'm running off Remy//
No semi, I'm the prince of zemunda//
Packing something big enough to rule ya, get the ruler//
See, your man don't measure up//
I push back organs, be in your gut//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 65

C "dot", the west coast spit kicker//
Bow down and kiss my converse you boot licker//
Best coast, contro versy, I'm on it//
Your time in the spotlight shorter than the green hornet//
Bastard of the industry, rap game's orphan//
You the reason hip hop should've had an abortion//
I'm here for the whole pie, I'm sharing no portions//
Been ill with a pen since before they cut my foreskin//
Lyrically I'm a giant, your a fucking munchkin//
I'm not jamaican but rewind and Launch it//
I'm a stone cold nut, I don't give 2 fucks//
I sit on the front of the bus during black history month//
That was random but it makes sense//
If you don't get it, you brainless, skulls vacant//
Time wasting, thinking you can get with me//
Have a easier time trynna make halle unpretty//

My Daily 16 bars: Day 64

You still rhyming bout coke, where the pies at//,
Always talking bout your strap, where the 9's at./
Wait, nevermind that//
You probably be the nigga on dvd's//
Pulling, flashing your burna, but never squeeze//
I be sitting back laughing thinking nigga please//
My fam calls me papa, ur mom calls me papi//
I demand respect//
With or without a tec//
Yea, u blinging, 1 snatch will leave you without a neck//
I'm ruthless, rose covered tooths//
You versus Versy guaranteed that you loosing//
I'm what the game gets when it upgrades//
Trynna lyrics to a pent house view//
My detractors be like who the fuck is this cat//
I'm nobody, just a gentleman gangsta who can rap//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 63

Shout DJ Wes for that boom boom bap//
Every I spit is a bullet, my throat goes clap//
Test me I'll pull it, every verse is a clip//
Addicted and over dosing on the flow, I'm sick//
You now rocking with the Best Coast CEO//
Songs bake em holla, im bout my dolla's like cleflo//
Bad for your favorite rappers health like espestos//
True emcee, im one of the few of those//
I treat every beat like its the super bowl//
I be in more girls mouth than bazooka joe//
You'll never meet somebody more gentlemen gangsta//
Rob you for your shit then thank ya, u wanksta//
My poetry is mean but my back hand is meaner//
It takes 2 blunts to change my demeanor//
Your baby daddy don't like me at all//
He keep hating, he gone end up in my version of saw//
With no pig mask, these artist is so ass//
I'm the shit, they can't even pass gas//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 62

I'm from the bottoms bottom, nobody thought I'd make it out/
My visions been blinded with doubt//
They can't see that I'm a leader in training//
Still ahead of my time, my peers don't stand adjacent//
Don't know when it happened but rappers being bitches//
Making songs for pussy they can put they face in it//
He caking//
I'm jason//
Not chasing//
Just appear right behind her ass//
No machete, just a palm full of her ass//
And she likes the way I hold her//
Face down, ass up, that's how she's supposed ta//
Be...I'm CV//
Translated in any language K-I-N-G//
Ruler of all that I survey//
Problem is, the old west is standing in the way//
They don't want to see the young boy prosper//
So hate on me they gotta//
They full of hot air, my times here//
With a buzz like an earthquake everyday of the year//
Yea...the kid you can bet your last dolla on//
I've always been me, you busy trynna be a clone//
I can't tell, are you Jay, Game or Souljah boy//
Whatever it is not convincing, I see through all your ploys//
When your songs over, I dance and jump for joy//
Cuz the mixtape you just played was boring boy//
West west wit it, c dot baby//
Who better than me, yea right, you crazy//
I'm an enigma, that new shit, a hybrid//
You can call me jada def or mos kiss//
Most labels can kiss my ass//
Its like divorce wit no prenup, they want half//
Publishing, royalties and masters//
Only thing missing is the whip and chain masta//
I'm past that, labe deal, scratch that//
When its all said and done, you'll be driving a hatch back//
I don't wanna have to worry about dumbing my songs down//
If you don't catch a line, I'm getting my own rebounds//
The hood needs something it can relate to//
Newcomer, stunting ass rapper, that ain't you//
They wonder how can I speak out and be so brave//
Shiiiit, im just the ghetto trapped in a sound wave//
You can call me speaker boxx c dot//
I'mma walking mega blaster, playing what they not//
Its broken, they stuck on repeat//
I got old school playa swag like the bee gees//
And I don't mean baby gangstas//
I mean them 3 member, night fever singers//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 61

I feel rejuvenated//
Your crew is hating, they overrated//
You don't understand what you facing//
You can't escape it//
Be cool 'fore I squeeze the tool//
Your blood 'll ooze//
Grew up the opposite of smooth//
I'mma goon//
I'm so wrong, don't know how to live right//
Pops used to light up the night with his crack pipe//
Lighter fickerin', they bickering', I'm sick again//
I'm sitting here, thinking bout slitting my wrist again//
Nobody cares, nobody gon stop me//
Im punching wholes in the wall, feeling like Rocky//
You know your childhood ain't good when you wanna die//
Watching television really wishing I could trade lives//
Write psalms to help my mom to help my mom but she don't get it tho//
I'm all alone drowning my soul in oregano//
But I ain't talking bout the season//
From cali, smoke green with no stick or seeds in//
When I became a man, I put away childish things//
But still call my house my crib, ain't that a shame//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 60

C "dot" baby, don't act like you know me//
With or without the ice, I move so coldly//
I roll solo for dolo, my own Co-d//
My flow sick, just OD'd on Codine//
I lean...a lil to the left//
Like virgin pussy, delivery tight to def//
Never has something this real been felt//
I write fire ti the tip of my pen melts//
This flow not god given, I'm no christian//
I follow Islam, the flow the bomb, its ticking//
I'm here to reroute your whole main frame//
I am the west coast, without me there's no gain//
And naw, I ain't trynna diss Game//
But middle finger him too if he in my lane//
Tell the DJ pull back my verse//
Ya gurl sucks my pull back til it squirts//
I'm not them so they not better than me//
Most important letters in the alphabet, C-V//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 59

I'm the shit, no diaper//
I spit fire, no lighter//
You get high, I'm higher//
You get fly, I'm flyer//
Nuff of that simple shit, I ain't Rocko//
I had a sick flow since a snot nose//
Every songs killer, no filler, get familiar//
Fuck rick ross, I'm Trill meets Thriller//
Cap peeler, gorilla verse//
Lyrically I'll body you, put your songs in a hearse//
The dirt I be doing is the worst//
I do my research and hit em where it hurts//
You'll never meet a better emcee//
Yo, you reaching for my mic? Don't tempt me//
I see the glass but hustle like its half empty//
I'm the ghost in the machine, haunting your SMPTE//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 58

Pull the hammer back and let that big thang clap at cha//
Pop at cha feet, you'll be looking like a tap dancer//
C "dot", the big booty romancer//
I got pipe game that could cure cancer//
Ladies, I'm a nice guy but I'll put it on ya ass//
And make your pussy do the Jadakiss laugh//
Don't get it twisted, I move stone cold on niggas//
Don't give them a chance to pull no triggers//
Might as well give cops a reason to pat me down//
They do it anyway whenever they riding around//
I was trained well, all I know is head shots//
Blame it on the army, its over when that things cocked//
Your jaw will drop, you'll grab your heart//
Before your soul and your physical split apart//
Im a mad man, who gone stop me//
Nobody, I'm papi, C to the V//

My Daiy 16 Bars: Day 57

I follow Islam but nowhere near spiritual//
Never dreamed I'd be this hood individual//
I'm just a product of my environment//
Gang life, crack pipes, big guns firing//
Cops swooping on us way too often//
Lil ray ray, the cops just offed him//
STD's and mass abortions//
Cuz nobody loved or taught them//
Trynna be better than what I've seen//
But from time to time I still have them thug tendencies//
Trynna outgrow my ghetto mindstate//
I let bleed through a pen, lyrically menstruate//
There's never a reason to not see yo seed//
There's never a reason to not get money//
There's way to much of it out there//
There's nothing wrong with being square//
Not everybody's an OG//
This has been a life lesson from CV//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 56

I'm cool forever like a coogi sweater//
Your dumbass trynna act like you ain't know no better//
You won't find a bunch of rhymes about my gat//
But got beef, meet me in the back, clap clap//
Listen up boy boy, when I squeeze the thing//
It'll sound like The Heatmakerz on the drum machine//
Its gonna sound like the last battle in drum line//
Its gonna sound like the army lost its damn mind//
I tried to be like MLK and non violent//
Til I saw what happens when you rapping and stylin//
So I'm back to my malcolm little stance//
Peaking out the window with something that won't jam//
I'm on a level you just can't reach//
No matter if you got a ladder and you leaped//
I'mma rapping til I can't speak//
But even then I'll sign language battle emcees//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 55

No I ain't diddy but I run my city//
You can call me C Vizzy//
First name Contro, last name Versy//
I pimp the pen with no mercy//
I've yet to meet a rapper than can serve me//
I play the game hard with no jersey//
Jeans sagging, tatts out, im so Plies wit it//
Don't watch what I do to rappers if you squimish//
Its a must I throw rappers under the bus when I bust rhymes//
Flip the mode on em and strangle em with a punchline//
Im too aggressive to be in a group with these rappers//
Can't smother the beast, can't tame the rapture//
Its blunt force trauma to your dome//
Whenever my songs bumping in your head phones//
Drown you in the snare, bury in bass//
Ditch you in a verse before I make my escape//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 54

Listen, I'm back on my fucking griz//
Best Coast CEO, you know what it is//
I write rhymes and I write checks//
My son's name's tatted on it, must protect my neck//
Rose gold and diamonds, I'm lowkey stunting//
You got glass in your pendant, you high key fronting//
I got porn star swipe, your balls smaller than bunions//
I'm the shit, you just smell like onions//
I'm behind the wheel, riding with warrants//
09 Paul Revere, I ride with a warning//
Them black and gold coats is coming, pillage and plunder//
If you got cover, suggest that you hide under//
My wrath rips skin and meat from bone//
There's not a dam man made that can stop my flow//
Ruthess music mercenary, lyrically I'll merk you//
My swag goes forever like the circumference of a circle//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 53

You can't stop me//
I'm out of this world cocky//
I beat up a beat like rocky//
I ride the clap like a jockey//
No b2k, but u just got served//
On a platter with nouns, adjatives and verbs//
I'mma jerk, like that new west coast dance//
You the one hit wonder flash in the pan man//
Which would you rather be//
The jerk please//
Cuz at the end of the day, I'm stil me, CV//
Contro boy//
Hold the pen like Troy//
Aikman that is//
Best Coast is what I live//
I got it tatted on my ribs//
Money on my mind, you should mind ur fucking biz//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 52

I wrote this because the Pasadena Black History Parade was today and I went. I love my city and I saw all the reasons why

Dammit, I love my city//
The skyline at night time's so pretty//
Don't act like old town aint cracking//
So many heads, like sardines in a can, we packed in//
I wouldn't have it no other way//
Brought here after I was born in the bay//
The city where I wrote my first rap//
Fell in love with my first hood rat//
The city where I busted my 1st nut//
Found out later she was a slut//
City where a fight broke up the Source Awards//
Me and Tony stole everyday when Rite Aid was the Thrifty store//
The city where I met the homebody named Mister//
Where I met my best friends slash brother and sister//
Rose bowl, rose parade, UCLA games//
Blood chicks who body too thick for a picture frame//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 51

Back up, bag back//
C to the d o t, king of the new jacks//
Fuck a sidewalk, I march down the middle of the street//
One man parade, all eyes on me//
I'm leading the pack, hip hop's drum major//
West Coast resurrector, G funk savior//
I spit fire hot enough to fry my competition//
Boy listen, this isn't no amateur pimping//
Its running through my bloodstream//
Snatch you out the bay from the OC, I got reach//
Naw mista, I'm no average nigga//
Got juice like Jamba, got pull like triggers//
Even when I was the uncool kid//
Still had a way with words to get them panties to slid//
My buzz up, I got the block clicking and jumping//
I'm a statue in a league with niggas softer than a muffin//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 50

My flows sick, spit fever, mics taking my temperature//
Straight a college grad, even my swags scholared up//
I'm needed like that outbreak monkey//
Caught nuemonia cuz the diamonds in my watch so chunky//
West coast niggas got the tenatious amitigated gal//
To be on the south's dick and licking they balls//
We rock slanga's, we ain't trapping//
We be jerking, not rock leaning and snapping//
I don't do this to get hoes on my bozack//
Spitting just settles my thoughts, my raps like prozack//
I do it so you don't have to be crazy like I is//
Went from being bummy, no money, skin sticking to my ribs//
To the epitome of happiness, walking in some fresh dunks//
I make happen everything that I thunk//
Do you understand the words coming out of my mouth//
Mags, cds, dvds, you see what my grinds bout//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 49

I'm in her heart now, she got the "open letter" ringtone//
I know cuz you was calling while she was giving me good dome//
Usually cheating I don't condone//
But I make special exceptions for girls getting done wrong//
She give you head and you don't return the favor//
Constantly hit her with the "see ya when I see ya, see ya later//
You played out like a one way pager//
We started from scratch, I took the time to date her//
Now I'm all she thinks about when she with you//
All cuz you ain't do what you suppose to do//
I'm the reason she bought new panties for the cat//
And I can tell you where all her tattoos at//
And I be all in her ribs//
Did it in every spot in your crib//
Had her ass on the counter, her hands on the shelf//
Before you get mad about it, you brought it on yourself//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 48

I spit crazy like a stuttering retard//
Raps tallest, strongest man. See how far I raise the bar//
I'm rolling, no thizz, no car//
My buzz gets bigger with time, a downhill snowball//
I know the difference between stupid and brave//
I'm still bold enough to go head to head wit a train//
But that doesn't mean that I will//
I live in a world where girls swallow my kids like pills//
I try to not let em OD on it//
Its C "dot" Versy on the track gosh darnit!//
Is what them white boys say//
Whenever my tracks play//
This is backpack gangsta rap//
The dots on point like the end of a thumb tack//
Oh and before I go, fuck your skinny jeans//
And I mean that with every fiber of my being//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 47

She says you can't stay pretty forever//
So she wants to use what god gave her, so I let her//
She grown, she gonna do what she wants to//
She wants to dance, what am I suppose to//
If I say no, she leaves me and still stripping//
So I say yes and keep a eye on her while dudes tipping//
She seems happy with all the admiration//
She's the center of a sleazy niggas imagination//
She gets lost in the rain//
The pouring of $1 bills drowns her pain//
Her stage name is Remy//
Because it only takes 2 glasses of it before she forgets me//
She starts bringing her work home with her//
Smelling like other niggas//
Used to see the glass half full, now its half empty//
From other niggas taking sips of my Remy//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 46

I'm walking inspiration//
Even tho I'm congested, I can smell you hating//
Your feet tired from dream chasing//
I learned how to make shit happen cuz I have no patience//
You holla back, I whisper, real G's move in silence//
The ground shakes when I walk, my swag is vibrant//
I've been ill with the flow since a fetus//
C "dot", Precy$e, F.S., you gonna need us//
These rappers out of season like shorts in the winter//
They all flopping, albums going wood...timber//
I'm hungry and I don't mean for food//
Craving for cash, I see dough and drool//
I'm thirsty but I don't want a soda//
Only thing that can quinch my thirst is that new rova(rover)//
Life's a game, I'm holding the controlla//
Play to win, no more room for 0's, checks say game over//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 45

Its been awhile, you've been patiently waiting//
Close your eyes, use your imagination//
Picture me right in front of you//
Your heart beating fast from what I'm bout to do//
My lips touch yours, soft and deeply//
Your body language is saying you need me//
You let out a moan of pleasure//
Sparks fly whenever we're together//
Lay you down, part your limbs//
I put in work, no hard and timbs//
You say it hurts, but the pain feels good//
As I hit spots that your ex never could//
You tell me keep going, deeper and harder//
You arch your back so I can go farther//
And normally I'm not into that incest shit//
But you call me daddy when you cumming and I like it//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 44

I spit that ingorant shit you like//
Money cash hoes and ice//
Scratch that, that's the old me//
I'm thee only 23 year old OG//
Spent manisy y moons on this rap scene//
And ya'll just starting to get what the dot means//
On top of my soap box, spitting that black lightning//
I'm what these other rappers should be//
But they won't be cuz they afraid to speak out//
I play hard, catch my own rebounds//
I'm a leader, I'm on my grind//
You too busy being a pimp in your own mind//
Just to reinterate, I'm an OG who ain't hit his prime//
I get better with time, iller with every line//
I'm hungry, raps an all you can eat buffet//
I'm a mastermind to the end like Keyer Sosai*spell check*//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 43

I wrote this rhyme on my death bed//
Getting mad head//
From Astrid//
I make it rain with mad ends//
Excuse me ya'll, I'm gone off the medication//
Mentally, I'm on a vacation//
Gone off the lean, no soda//
Got a fever hot enough to roast ya//
I'll toast ya for the bread//
Die young and leave a fly corps is what some1 said//
Not sure if I agree with that//
But I'm fly, need room for my wings flap//
Even in sickness, still about my qwap//
Opps, I mean my qwop//
Still letting the lo lo's drop//
Born at the bottom, only place to go is the top//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 42

Oh I like the way you receive me//
Please don't deceive me//
Don't make it easy//
For me to next ya//
Shorty tried to play me like a game testa//
What...ever, I'm way to clever//
I got somebody watching you//
And I got somebody watching the person watching you//
You will get away with nada//
If she walk in the house in some brand new prada//
And she ain't got no j-o-b//
She's probably sucking a balling niggas d-i-c//
Nice guys finish guys finish last, this I know//
So I pimp harder than any man walking on 10 toes//
Well, not really but its fun to pretend//
I been the man before boyz II men//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 41

Don't front, C "dot" is back//
Precy$e got my front, F.S. Got my back//
Shout out Yung City for laying the foundation//
And DJ Cue for scratching and beat breaking//
Best Coast, the ones too look out for//
Your time in the spot light is looking doubtful//
We the hottest thing moving, raps locomotive//
You's a loser, no friends, just right hand and lotion//
You got your dick in ya palm, the worlds in mine//
Magazines, radio, dvd, mixtapes, we on our grind//
We taking over and going hard without Khaled//
C "dot" for president, who needs a ballot?//
The people's champ from the projects to the palace//
I can make haters disappear, no magic//
Just click clack, blast it//
Put em in a casket//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 40

Mouth full of AIDS, everything I spit sick//
Smell something stinking, that's me cuz I'm the shit//
I'm something you just not used ta//
I step in a room, the swag sonic boom will move ya//
No cuz, no blood//
How he so hood//
Get beat with louieville wood//
I'm just no good//
Matter of fact, I'm the complete opposite//
Being a goody 2 shoes is played out like moccasins//
Where the hoses who'll let me fuck em in they noses//
I'm wild, I'm living my life likes its golden//
Wrist frost bite, 2 degrees from frozen//
I'm the one and the oracle, I was chosen//
To breath life in this dead ass game//
Contro Versy, better respect my name//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 39

If I invite you to my room you better be uninhibited//
No clothes under the trench coat, ready to get it in//
Murderer, armed for pun pun killing//
I'm ready and willing to point your heels to the ceiling//
Sex pistol, pull on my trigger//
I just figured you wanted something bigger than your last nigga//
5 feet and 9 inches of karma sutra//
You ever had a CEO seduce ya//
Its a mind trip, he'd spinning when we get it in//
Having you feeling like you over dosed on vicadin//
Hope you ready to get dicked down and licked up//
I can get you wet enough to fill up a pimp cup//
Im gonna fuck you stupid//
You gonna have trouble thinking and start drooling//
Get ready for a ride, hold on, don't let go//
Get there early, limited seating in my freak show//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 38 (pt 3)

I started getting greedy, hitting lick after lick//
Recruited some partners who wanted to get rich quick//
We four fly ass guys//
Got the thang on our sides//
We in the spot, about to run out with the cash//
Make it to the car and see the cops hot on our ass//
Driver smashed off, its a high speed chase//
Feeling like nascar, sweat pouring down my face//
We running red lights, side swiped a benz//
I'm starting to feel like this is the end//
I really mean it, I feel it in my soul//
Hit the curb and ran into a light pole//
I emerged from the wreckage, gun in hand//
The hammer goes slam, bullets go blam//
I was outnumbered, cops caught me in the head//
I died trynna chase that bread//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 37 (pt 2)

Listen up, this is a stick up, nobody move//
It will be over quick if everybody is cool//
Security, don't be a hero, toss me your tool//
People I'm here to rob the bank, not rob you//
The bank is insure so you'll get all that back//
I caught a bad break and I need scratch//
Anyway, enough about me. Bank teller, fill my bag//
None of that paintball shit, just fill it fast//
I made my way out the door like nothing happened//
All I see is dollar signs flashing//
Then I disappeared in the crowd//
Quickly put the burners back on my waist//
With a devilish grin on my face//
Went home, paid utilities and back rent//
Then I hit the club and got bent//
The next day I hit Macy's and Niketown//
I'm fresh, lets see baby momma laugh at me now//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 36 (pt 1)

I was at a dead end job, making no cash//
Baby momma stay woofing, saying I'm ass//
She only hits me up for bread//
Likes dangling my baby over my head//
Said she got a new man that's gonna take my place//
When she said that, I almost put my fist in her face//
But I held back, kept my restraint//
Got other issues at hand, gotta make bank//
Wait, I got it. Who makes more money than a bank//
They got everybody money, acting like they shit don't stank//
Hmm, this gone take some serious thought//
So all day sitting I plot//
Ok, I've been watching for 2 days and this is what I got//
2 exits, alot of cams, one security cop//
I got a vest, got a mask, a big bag, 2 guns, I'm ready to blow//
Ok, 2 deep breaths and here I go//

My Daiy 16 Bars: Day 35

I don't rap about money and fast cars//
I went to schoo with molesters and porn stars//
Hardy har naw, I'm dead serious//
Im one more problem away from being delirious//
Stress got the kid looking old//
Stand up boy, I don't bend nor fold//
Momma, look at your young man now//
CEO, only 23, I'm holding it down//
Not only that, I'm a top notch rapper//
I ain't got time to scuffle, I'll clap ya//
He died cuz he ain't pull his faster//
I refuse to leave my son a bastard//
And naw, I ain't trynna be on no tough shit//
But for that guns and butter, I'll get to dumping//
Listen, all this hard work ain't for nothing//
Who stunting? Who fronting? *Big Boi voice*(boy stop) move something//

My Daily 16 bars: Day 34

Listen, they done fucked up now and let me loose//
Fucking with a skinny goon//
Who first to get to get a chipped tooth//
Got you ADDICTED, it HURTS to know that I'm the TRUTH//
TRUTH HURTS...ADDICTED//
You probably missed it//
Rewind and listen//
ControVersy's the business//
I ain't no college dropout, I graduated//
Haters is mad I made it//
He sad cuz I had his girl spreading like mayonaises//
Such disgraces//
I'm bout it, bout it, you should call me Master C//
Prince of Rose City, you should call me your majesty//
C "dot" V, this is how a murder sound//
Punks jump up to get beat down//

My Daily 16 bars: Day 33

Its time to dust myself off and start over//
That ain't a gangsta lean, its the world on my shouders//
Its a good thing that they broad//
But I'm smart too, equally brains and brawn//
I owe aot of people an apologies//
Its not easy being the CV//
Wanna make a omelette, gotta break some eggs//
I break ur heart after I get you to open your legs//
And I'm just wrong for that//
Know somewhere down the line karma will pay me back//
But until then I gotta watch my back//
Friend or foe, nobody gets slack//
I've painted myself in a corner//
I'm boxing the world with only my shadow in my corner//
Bet I win by a knock out in the last round//
Always bet on myself cuz I never let myself down//

My Daily 16 bars Day 32

Feburary 1st, everybody watching the Super Bowl//
Not me tho, I'm looking for a Super Hoe//
She can give superhead like Superhead//
Make me nut then fall asleep, looks like I'm super dead//
It sounds like thunder when her ass claps//
And she smart too, be studying the NASDAQ//
Her ass phat and her waist small//
Titties like 2 volleyball's//
My bust it baby, I'll take her down anywhere//
Oh, no, you gots to get your own. I never share//
And I still don't beat it bare//
And I won't eat it if its a lot of hair//
I'm sorry but I like to eat on a clean field//
Im no magician, but stay copping a feel//
And I don't stop for red lights//
Especially if your flows light//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 31

Sorcerer C dot, I work magic my nigga//
I kill rappers with no trigga//
Capital C, dot, capital V//
I ain't gotta get the picture cuz I'm drawing the scene//
I went from gentleman to goon//
I shine like its midnight and I'm a full moon//
I'm the 09 Heltah Skeltah//
I spit enough fire to melt ya//
You busy trynna deal with the cards that life has dealt ya//
I'm good, at night I fall asleep with my ice on the dresser//
Sounds random, but one day it will all make sense//
Like cologne inventory, you counting cents//
I'm about big money//
The kind that look funny//
Yen, pounds, and euros//
I need so much money that it won't fold//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 30

Its fairly obvious now, I see it quite clear//
I am the american dream, a rappers nightmare//
I'm smart and rap good//
business man and so hood//
I still eat cup of noodles like crazy//
But make way better meals for my baby//
This daddy gets things done//
I'm all work and no fun//
Heard hard work pays, that's damn right//
I'm bout to clear a stack off one night//
I've been about my cash money since a juvenile//
I'm trynna get my dough to stretch longer than the nile//
I'm making waves in front and behind the scenes//
Trynna get passed counting change, making all my money green//
I've got a beautiful mind, I'm so russell crowe wit it//
I put holes in tracks, swiss cheese a beat, ITS ME BITCHES//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 29

Today I interviewed Paul Wall//
He was way cool, I was a nervous ball//
I was my first interview for True Magazine//
Rapper slash writer slash CEO, my hustle games mean//
I'm on my way to the top, wait and see//
I'm not a wanna-be, I'm a "gonna be"//
I'm here to put BEST COAST on the map//
Get in my way, get moved with a back of the hand slap//
Oh, can't forget that my mixtapes dropping soon//
I'mma be problem, make way, gimme room//
Stage did his mixtape in 8 days, I'm trynna do 7//
I'm bringing the game hell, somebody call a reverend//
Gorilla Zoe said it best, Hustle means hard work//
I'm typing articles while you in the club doing "the jerk"//
Flyer than the rest of them without the Nike boots//
Ain't a muthafucka breathing that can say I'm not the truth//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 28

I spit like a stutter-er with a lisp//
You rappers is ass, I'm holding the whip//
I'm bout to have the fucking rap game on its knees//
Rapping CEO, nobody holding my puppet strings//
But don't get it twisted, my artist ain't no puppets//
They own they publishing and masters, they love it//
No gators, no hoes, I ain't pimping Ken//
But come talk to me, I'll show you how to pimp the pen//
I flow with the strength of the whole Wu Tang Clan//
First name Contro, Last name Versy, a.k.a. "The Man"//
The Last Dragon, I got the glow, so I don't shake hands//
But after a show, I'm known to drink and smoke with my fans//
I'm a people person, you can come talk to me//
I smile, I laugh, I'm no bully//
Its a different story when I'm behind that mic//
You can get lyrically bitch slapped all night//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 27 (pt 3)

I met this chick out on the road doing my thing//
On her hip was a baby, on her finger was a ring//
I invited her to my party//
And afterwards if you wit it, we can get naughty//
She showed up, dress looked painted on//
I was on stage, she got me harder than teflon//
Afterwards we stepped to the outside bar//
She said mind if I smoke, I said not at all//
She said her dudes locked up, she don't want no man right now//
Just some steady to get in her draws and put it down//
Considered it my civic duty to service her//
We at her house, got her naked, sounds like murdered her//
I can tell its been awhile since she's been fucked like this//
Them walls tight, she got a good grip//
We made plans to hook up again//
That's my down ass bitch, even if she got a man//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 26 (pt 2)

My girl is just a chick that I used to see around town//
Dark skin, hazel eyes, pretty round brown//
She don't know my status, I'm just another brother to her//
Breathing the same air, walking this earth//
I wanted her bad, like nothing else//
Decided to introduce myself//
I told her all about my wife at home//
And despite that, I want her for my own//
She was down but we had to set some rules//
Don't lie, use condoms and we coo'//
All her ex wanted to do was fuck//
All she wanted was some1 to ask her how her day was//
A shoulder to lay her head on//
When she's cold, be wrapped in my arms//
You my girl and I'm your dude//
But we gotta keep this a secret between me and you//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 25 (pt 1)

I married my high school sweet heart//
Back then we thought never would we part//
She was with me before the deal//
Back when I had nothing, I know her feelings are real//
We got married stupid young//
No one said it would last, said we was dumb//
It was all good, at first nothing changed//
We was both working, trynna make a way//
Then I got a deal and shit switched up quick//
Suddenly she wasn't the same girl I fell in love wit//
She want to go out and spend all my money//
She don't cook, don't clean, just look at me funny//
With her hand out//
Fucks that all about//
I'm way past fed up//
Can't divorce cuz I didn't get a prenup//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 24

I spit nasty, like waking up and not brushing your teeth yet//
I'm needed in this game like a girl who gives good neck//
My pen game iller than a AIDS patient//
CV, decapitate any beat that I'm facing//
No one better than the man with a dot in his name//
Get the picture? I knock rappers out of the frame//
Doc says there's something wrong with my brain//
Cuz my simile's and metaphors are insane//
I hustled the hardest and hustle the smartest//
And in my spare time I bully these so called artist//
I'm on the road to success in a big rig//
I rap like I fuck and I'm packing a big dick//
I pushed back my mixtape as a good deed//
Cuz with me out in the world, these rappers can't breath//
Take it back to fundamentals, keep up with me//
CV's an OG and MC//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 23

Today I had a dream I was battling Cam'ron//
Round after round, we was getting it on//
I was killing this nigga with punchlines//
Can't lie, he was coming back with some tight lines//
But my stance couldn't be wavered//
I had the crowd in my favor//
At this point, his lines won't work//
I'm looking at his face, he look hurt//
I think I said something about his ulcers//
I think he said something about my mother//
We took a break to get something to eat//
Truth be told, I think he was starting to feel beat//
When we got back, I won the coin toss, it was tails//
Said he can go first, then I'll give him hell//
Next thing you know, Jim Jones took my spot//
And started spitting shit at cam off the top//
I turned my back for a second, I don't know why//
Then Jim Jones socks Cam in his eye//
Jim and Juelz step over the nigga and walk on//
Anyway, that's my dream about my battle with Cam'ron//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 22

I can't stand to be lied to//
Funny thing is that I lie too//
Don't ask me if those jeans make you look fat//
Cuz the truth will probably get me smacked//
I couldn't take it to find out my girls cheating//
I'd rather live a lie than to face that demon//
A mans lie is "baby I love you"//
A womans lie is "the only man I give head to"//
A mans lie is "that ain't my baby"//
A womans lie is "that is yo baby"//
We lie to hide things we ain't ready to deal with//
Rappers gotta lie for a living, its a business//
They say I can't get by with spitting the truth//
So I started my own label, Best Coast is the crew//
All my artist 100% honest when they behind the mic//
C dot, the realest rapper you ever heard in ya life//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 21

Press record, this is how the struggle sounds//
Trynna make the world better for my son now//
We in a recession, it is what it is//
I'm hungry, skin sticking to ribs//
Heard you was getting money, my knife got dibs//
I need a really good reason to let you live//
You can find me out on the corner slinging that water//
Or find me pelvis deep in your daughter//
Poverty breeds a whole lot of pregnancies//
Can't afford to go out but fucking is always free//
Most of us one check away from//
Being that guy in the alley, your neighborbood bum//
That guy who washes your windows at the red light//
Clutching your purse when you walk past him at night//
Whether or not, I sell any units//
Can't nobody say my flow ain't the truest//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 20

You would think I'm at the zoo and not at the club handing business//
Its a bunch of monkey niggas, bitches and chickens//
You trynna get her drunk so you can bone//
But she know the deal and knows she going home alone//
He at the bar ordering more than he can buy//
All because he trynna front for his guys//
And this chick he thought was fly//
She keep giving him the eye//
Or so he thinks//
She just in deep thought, he seeing her think//
She looking past him and at the brother who walked in solo//
His gear low key but pricey, he got dolo//
That means he got a car//
Sets up a tab with a black card//
That means he can buy out the whole bar//
He got her without trying, you trying so damn hard//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 19

Its MLK Day ya'll, lets get it//
Gotta get back on board and handle business//
Don't use this day as an excuse to be ignorant//
In the streets drunk and baligerant//
Its our job to carry on tradition//
Cuz that's what would'be been in Dr. Kings Wishes//
Tomorrow we swear in our first black president//
Now is the time to be better than you've ever been//
There's jobs out there, money for school too//
Don't let them tell you its not just cuz they was fools//
You just gotta know how to find it//
Lets give another try to nonviolence//
Stopped being brainwashed, take control of your mind//
Step your game up, get back on your grind//
I'm in the streets, high fiving people for Obama//
But I'm still me, Cdot Odrama//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 18

You already know who it is fucka, its C "dot"//
Beat you in the head til you see dots//
I'm an enigma wrapped in a riddle wrapped in a tight flow//
I tried warn em, rappers acting like they don't know//
People think me and squids be getting it in//
Cuz I fuck beats and nut ink from a pen//
C "dot" Versy, never call me by my government//
Or pillow over your face, your life I'm smothering//
Only 8 bars in, already talking bout murder now//
Hear me over this violin, that's how a murder sounds//
Hard headed emcees continue to push me//
Knowing my delivery's tighter than virgin pussy//
Writing 16's for me is very simple//
Cuz my heart beats right along with the tempo//
Rappings like breathing and I need air to live//
So I finish a song every time I breath in//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 17

My delivery's ill, my pen game is sick//
An emcee's nightmare, the industry's gift//
Bitch ass rappers, they skirt I lift//
Kinda confused, you's a pussy nigga and a dick//
I'm real, I type all my flows on a sidekick//
You get all your flows from your sidekick(your homebody)//
Before it was in to be nerds, I was the cool geek//
I stepped up and married the game when you got cold feet//
I'm 23 but my knowledge will swear that I'm way old//
My words rattle your bones and tickle your soul//
But back to me marrying the game, raps my wife//
My freestyle's like a long kiss good night//
The beat knows I'll dick her down all day//
Every hooks like heavy foreplay//
Only takes one listen to have ya girl cumming//
Cuz my mixtapes like all night fucking//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 16

When I was 13, I decided to ONE myself//
But I'm only 13, I can't get a gun myself//
Then I thought about slicing my wrist with a blade//
But couldn't cut deep enough, wasn't that brave//
Then I thought about popping mad pills//
But my mom needs her meds, she's ill//
Finally, I got it, the decision is in//
I'mma swallow a box of rat poison//
So here I am, eating defcon and drinking wa-ter//
Figured I'd feel sleepy when its all o-ver//
Its hard to swallow, I start choking//
Somethings wrong, this shit ain't working//
I mean, I feel fine, like it never happened//
Figured I'd be getting ready to see that casket//
Guess I'll go back home and side down//
And just try to move on with my life now//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 15

Today is my lil sis birthday. On MLK's actual birthday. I haven't seen her in years. This will probably go on a project called "Open Letter" where I'm addressing people in my life specifically

Today's my lil sis birthday//
I miss her in the worst way//
I ain't seen her years//
Filled the void with tears//
For her and the rest of my siblings//
Im lost without em, they was my wings//
Hope they see these things that I'm doing//
These tracks that I ruin//
Goals I'm pursuing//
I do this for them//
I do this for ends//
So we can cop our own estate and live together like kin//
In your honor, I started the Lost Child Society//
Repping til ya'll standing on the side of me//
I keep ya'll with me, with or without the last name//
To my lil sis Phoebe, happy birthday//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 14

Its still tricking if you got it, stop fronting//
My girl gets everything, a bitch gets nothing//
I'm not cheap, I'm just stingy with cash//
I got a thing for girls who stingy with ass//
I like a challenge, make me work for it gurl//
3 inches of tongue when I lick the pearl/
9 more in the pants//
I can make the box dance//
Naw, I don't mean to brag//
But sheiiit, I'm the man//
But are you the woman is the question//
Its like a job interview, gotta pass the testing//
Better have some strong references//
Gotta know if its the busi-ness//
Tell what your top game like//
And fill out this application for "Ms. Right"//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 13

I feel clean in my Sean John textiles//
Big ass treble clef, you see my lifestyle//
Nightcomes, I got my swipe out//
Pipe in ya wifes mouth//
Balls on her chin//
I cum, she drinks, its a win win//
Oh how I love sin//
Daily verses with no pen//
Its sickening, the things I do to words//
Cops can't lock me up if I rape a verb//
I get nouns drunk//
Take em home and crush they guts//
I'm such a literary slut//
A dictionary groupie//
My girl walked on a thesaurus about to blow me//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 12

I'm thinking of putting this towards the beginning of "Gentleman to Goon". There's a touch of a love story that inspires the goonness lol

40d's on the chest, 5'6 and a half height//
Pretty eyes, thick waist, just my type//
Lips covered in L'Oreal Colour Lip Juice//
The smile alone will tempt you//
Finest thing I've ever seen in braces//
Can't wait to get home in your embraces//
Lay you down slow, we in no rush//
Working my way from head to toe with a tulup(tulip)//
You got your own, don't have to ask for much//
Boss lady, drives me crazy, I crave your touch//
My sexy belizean in a chevy//
I see pink when I lay my forehead on your belly//
Slumming in my own village to long, deserve to be selfish//
Just when I started to loose hope, in walks Gods gift//
Maybe your too good to be true//
digga-da, digga-da, digga-da, digga-digga-da-da, yo I'll tell you the rest when I see you// (word to Common lol)

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 11

This came from a real negative place. If I find the right beat for it, it will go on "Gentleman to Goon"

The white tee so long it look like a nightgown//
But it only takes one tug to pull the burner down//
Momma they trynna hurt ya child, I can't let that happen//
I've been a man way before I was rapping//
Zero tolerance when it comes to disrespect//
Its whatever, squeeze the baretta at your neck//
I'm not reckless, more like Kanye, I'm heartless//
I'm here to blowmind, I will leave you smartless//
I'm that broke rapper eyeing your necklace//
Snatch it fast enough to leave you neckless//
Used to be a gentleman, now I'm a goon//
Feel a set up? Shoot anything that moves//
I want everything from your hat to your shoes//
Except them dirty ass draws and socks, you can keep that//
ACES Clik representa, duck when you the "click clack"// *gun cock*

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 10

Why do I feel so alone? Probably cuz I am//
But I gotta walk around like the mothafucking man//
I tried to be neutral, I tried to be real//
But I'm still in the same spot with no deal//
Meanwhile these niggas snapping and leaning//
Putting out albums with no meaning//
Im bout to make it like the 90s in this bitch//
West coast backpacker, skills gone make me rich//
I shoot straight from the hip, no bullshit here//
I'm 23, 5'9, skinny with no hair//
Big nose with a marion jones grill//
Oh yea, can't forget that he's trill//
I write from the heart//
I appreciate the art//
I spit from my smarts//
Make room for me on the charts//

Not sure how I feel about this one. But I had to do a 16 for the day lol

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 9 (pt 3 of day 7)

Dear baby, how you holding up//
Last time I saw you, you was in the courtroom throwing up//
I know the stress of this has been weighing you down//
Heard you crying at the sentencing, I couldn't turn around//
I couldn't bear to see you like that//
Last time I left home, I said I'd be right back//
Now fast forward and here I am//
Could've ran but I'm doing my time like a man//
How the kids doing? I know they miss me//
Stay on top of they hw, make sure they dressed spiffy//
Make sure they ain't hanging with wrong crowd//
Beat they ass if you find a colored rag laying around//
I hope you already know that I miss ya//
See you still looking gorgeous, I got your pictures//
Never meant it to be like this, tho I knew it could happen//
The plan was to save up, quit hustling for rapping//
We both knew that this was a possibility//
I accept my consequences willingly//
I'm asking one thing, and that's please don't wait for me//
I know how it goes, out of sight, out of mind it seems//
You deserve to be happy, we both know its true//
So give mr right a shot when he approaches you//
I gotta go now, time to turn off the light//
Signing off, forever yours, I love you for life//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 8 (pt 2 of day 7)

My nigga, hope this letter finds you in good health//
Man, the things we did to gain wealth//
Our moms ain't have no help and no money//
We did what we had to, to not go to school bummy//
I ain't gonna tell you to give up the game//
Just be careful before our positions the same//
I know how it is when you got mouths to feed//
Jobs won't hire you when you got a couple felones//
How's your momma? Make sure you check on mine//
Make sure she sees the doc, make sure she's doing fine//
Check up on my kids every now and then//
Make sure they grades straight, give em a couple ends//
You need to go back to school, education is where its at//
What you gone do when you too old to bust a gat//
Use some of that money to get your record exser ponged//
Get a job with a pention*spell check* and stack legal funds//
Watch where you bust your gun, they got mics in the hood now//
So the they can pin point your position by the bullets sound//
Told my momma I wasn't scared, that's a damn lie//
But never let these niggas see it, I keep it inside//
Weapons hid all over the cell when its time to ride//
Lots of push up and reading to pass the time//
That's all for now, almost time to cut off the light//
And I got one more letter to write//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 7

This is going to be more than 16. And its a 3 part series. This will probably be the last track on the "Gentleman To Goon" project. Pt 2 and 3 will come tomorrow and the next day. Enjoy and stay tuned.

Dear momma, this letters been a long time coming//
They finally caught ya boy, no more running//
I tried to be good, you raised me right//
But the war between gentleman and goon is a constant fight//
Started out just out just selling whatever people needed//
Never home, you looking for me in the evening//
I was in the streets trynna make something out of nothing//
I was paying rent and bills while other niggas stunting//
Somewhere along the line I got caught up in the game//
Went from selling weed and rapping to cooking caine//
Started slipping, started tricking the extra change//
Slave mentality, buying whips and chains//
Please don't cry, cuz im happy now//
Cuz I was headed for a nervous breakdown//
Grinding nonstop to maintain my image//
Not eating, not sleeping, all day pitching//
That same stuff you addicted to//
Do me a favor, make sure my kids is cool//
Nothing for me to do now but sleep and think//
I'm doing the time, it ain't doing me//
Don't worry bout me, I ain't nobodies bitch//
I'll kill a nigga before I suck a dick//
Well, I gotta go, almost time to cut out the light//
And I still got 2 letters write//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 5

Its what you've all been waiting for ain't it//
Your daily entertainment//
You about to witness a star in the making//
Come listen to life's most vividous author//
Visionless aren't cha//
I'm on point like the arrow from a archer//
Ever been back hand slapped by a back pack emcee?//
It'll happen, we'll be scrapping if you test me//
I was a lil quiet kid, they can't believe that I rap//
Used to be dirty, now I'm so fresh that I snap//
Im new product, I ain't even broke my seal//
You want my pub and master? I can't sign that deal//
I beat beats, the rap games Holyfield//
No candy rain, but I got soul 4 real//
You can hear it in my lyrics//
I speak with intensity, that's my spirit//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 6

I be up all night cuz I don't like to sleep alone//
My thoughts keep me awake & my mind roams//
The catacombs of my brain hide scary things//
Trynna drown out the dark memories//
I try to ignore it but its too strong//
Only way to escape it is to put it in song//
So I now I got more tracks than metro rail//
I found my piece of heaven by spitting my hell//
This is not a mixtape, its more like therapy//
Its your job to listen and takes notes for me//
So what you think doc, am I crazy//
C "dot", I write ink blots on the daily//
I see dead people, well, not really//
Just people who dead to me mentally//
Gone but not forgotten, I still miss them//
Times up, see you next week, pencil me in//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 4

Wanna be like me,gotta have some kids 1st//
Feed your fam and pay rent off minimum wage work//
Then start your own label, build your net worth//
Gotta be your own boss, these labels is jerks//
No car, gotta catch the bus to your shows//
You out on the corner, hustling tickets, gotta get that dough//
You on a myspace campaign to get your music heard//
Started a blog just so you could spread your word//
Not your average rapper, I hustle on a different scale//
I got ringtones, wallpapers and beats for sale//
I got contacts rappers would suck dick to get//
A chick so bad, niggas would suck dick to hit//
But not me, my personality snatched her//
My vernacular got me breaking the back on her//
Then you gotta covet your wrist in rose gold and diamonds//
Feels pretty good to be in the position that I'm in//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 3

Its just me again, back against the wall now//
Gotta show and prove, can't let my family down//
Get in my way, get hit with a metal round//
I'mma real rapper, I'm making money off of sounds//
You record in your room and call that your mixtape//
Selling cds for $5, thinking you gonna make cake//
Get like me, I got ringtones and wallpapers for sale//
Fuck the system, I'm bring the industry hell//
Dvd mag coming, mixtape after that//
Radio and reality show, I'mma busy cat//
My life's filled with meetings and shows//
2000 and grind, I ain't got time for hoes//
Stacking dollas til they change em to amero's//
In the words of wu tang, can it be all so simple//
The answer is no, otherwise we'd all have cash//
I grinder smarter, not harder, you can kiss my ass

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 2

Some people you just can't love//
Some people you just can't trust//
Sometimes I'm the tough ass thug//
Sometimes I'm the loser in lust//
See, I treat women like women, buy em chocolates in a box//
And treat hoes like hoes, take em to the snooty fox//
As a rapper, I want you to want me//
"We don't love them hoes" is how u hear us speak//
Show after show, on the road, its lonely//
Too many Std's with no cure out there to let a groupie blow me//
As a kid I wanted to be like Cory and Topanga//
But when this boy met the world, it was filled with danger//
I was fishing for a black Danielle Fishell//
Found her but couldn't keep, my life was too official//
Hungry night, having to steal and crack viles//
She came from money, couldn't get with the lifestyle//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 1

I'm going to write 16 bars for this blog everyday as a lyrical exercise. Lets see how long I keep this up and how much better I get

08 haters, see you later//
Its a New year, time 4 new paper//
In 08 I established my brand//
Now its time to stack fans and grands//
I'm the man, now its time for you to see that//
A small part of the New West but move like a new jack//
I got my groove back, was doing it all wrong//
I'm all about that big thing tatted on my arm//
No more slaving at a 9 to 5//
Fresh 80's baby on a stupid grind//
Money on my mind and fams welfare//
Promised my son he'd never have to sign up for welfare//
And I'm the sole provider for 2 households//
I use to let the stress get in the way of my goals//
I been away ya'll handling these court priors//
Album out this august and its on FIRE!//