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//