This Verse Be a Novel - Conejo

All I Have In This World

Is My Balls & My Word

And I Don’t Break Em For No One…

Make Your Motherfucking Move

This Verse Be A Novel

About Some Heinous Crimes

Another Hood Classic

I Recite These Rimes

I Gained Exposure

From Fox 11

Submerged In The Culture

Since I Was 7

Social Commentary

And This My Vessel

My Inner Most Thoughts

In The Streets They Echo’d

The Slang Thick

And So Is The Click

And So Is The Bricks

That I Move So Quick

No Gimmicks

Home Life In The Sector

I’m The Music Director

Killing All Them Defectors

Street Poet

You Gotta Earn Your Rep

The Gang Violence Spreads

You Get Lead In Your Head

Dark Side

Got You Badly Wounded

And It Was My Crew

In That G5 Moving

Penal Codes

That Got Us Facing Time

The Grandfather Chimes

This For My Partners In Crime

Shot Callers

Key Holders & Soldiers

Take You Out Of Circulation

Got A Chip On There Shoulder

Some Are Older

And Some Be My Age

I’m With Them Playmate Bitches

And We Fucking For Days

Drug State

Premonitions And Shit

With The Fucken Rap Game

I Got A Bone To Pick

I Transmit

All The Shit I Commit

Ese Hard Hitting Raps

And I’ll Never Submit

Night Watchmen

Ese Walk With Me

Cause I’m The Emcee

On That Murder Spree

A Dose Of Malice

I Go From Houston To Dallas

Then To Oklahoma City

Whole Nation My Palace

The Worlds Not Enough

I Want The Universe

Fuck A Federal Beef

I Came To Quench My Thirst

Hell — House

Gun Eruptions Occur

Muthafuckers Get Hit

Quick Death I’ll Ensure

Took A Fall

But Had Crazy Rise

A 50 Caliber Size

To Prevent My Demise

They Despise

The One That’s Flipping Pies

So They Started Dropping Dimes

To Them F.B.I

I’m A 9.5

On The Richter Scale

Ese Rabbit Kill Tracks

You Better Grab That Rail

I Push Wigs Back

When I’m On The Prowl

This A Page In My Journal

To The Game Devout

Court Arraignments

On Several Counts

Ese Criminal Possession

Of Large Amounts

Plus Accounts

Under Various Names

So Get The Fuck Out My Face

I’m A Keep It The Same

Attend A Pagan Celebration

My Reach Is Global

Codes Get Spoken

Bootleg T-Mobiles

I’m Like Chernobyl

Radiation For Years

I’ll Snuff A New Muthafucker

Wet Behind The Ears

I’m What The Streets Created

Your What Your Lady Created

You Muthafucken Simp

I’m The Pimp You Hating

I Stated

In My Rimes Before

I’m Sedated From The Tar

And Stay Pushing That Blow

I No You Panic’d

So Take Some Xanax

They Say He Satanic

The Flow Be Volcanic

You Assed Out

And That’s At Any Cost

Hoods Get Crossed

And Baby Mamas Get Tossed

From My Initial Arrest

I Was Wearing A Vest

Obsessed With The Murder

O.G.'s Was Impressed

I Suggest

That You Get Out Of My State

Ain’t No Time To Debate

I’m A Count To 8

I Get Irate

And Start Beating You Down

That Muthafuckers Start Asking

Why He Got Whiped Out

Confiscated Them Bricks

And Took His Bitch

Ese I’m A Get Rich

From Taking His Shit

(Fleetwood Mac — Oh Daddy)