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!//