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//