Sun Don't Shine - Haiku

You can run, but you can’t hide

No you can’t run neither, ‘cause we gon' ride

We don’t let s*** slide.

We gon' catch you outside

Posted up where you reside when the Sun don’t shine

You can run, but you can’t hide

No you can’t run neither, ‘cause we gon' ride

We don’t let s*** slide.

We gon' catch you outside

F*** around and get this 9 where the Sun don’t shine

(Yea) It’s time to get extra ill.

You’re f***ing with a villain that’ll test

your will

Futuristic s***, I’ll give you a sample of how the Jetson’s feel

My brain is ‘bout to explode because my foes keep making the pressure build

Armed to the teeth with the vest and the steel, so I guess you can say that I’m

dressed to kill

My weapon skills are giving them wings without the Red Bull

These haters so disrespectful ‘til I put them on ice like Brett Hull

Collect skulls when I’m beating their friends.

Come seeking revenge and lost

theirs

When I toss flares, you don’t wanna have your face in between them cross-hairs

I’ve been trying to warn guys, but they just keep thinking it’s more lies

The second the storm dies, all you’ll be hearing is war cries

Keep marching toward mines, and I’m spreading your s*** like whore thighs

With them poor lines, these silly ass rappers ain’t telling me s***.

I was born wise

Start pleading the fifth, or soon you’ll be knee-deep in this s*** like

horseflies

And bet y’all suckers gon' think them blue and red lights are a sight for sore

eyes

When I forge rhymes, we’re finna increase the morgue size

The Lord shines His grace on those whose fate just ended up giving up living

their short lives

I know these haters don’t always like me, but they’ve gotta admit my s***'s hard

When I spit bars, they’re feeling that heat like Grand Theft Auto with 6 stars

My soul’s cold like Häagen-Dazs, tossing them lyrical molotovs

For all you fake rappers it’s Holocaust, you f***ers are gonna get mauled cause

y’all

Regrettably, stepped into my section disrespectfully

So now I’ve gotta torch them and shorten their life expectancy

Got no speech for these wack hoes.

Their flow’s weak, and I pack shows

When I show teeth, step back slow, ‘cause I hold heat like black clothes

I blast metal ‘til the dust and ash settles

Haiku’s stepping on all of these suckers that’s running their mouth like gas

pedals

All that bass voice in your voice, this ammunition adds treble

And y’all acting like this a game, well I’m hard as the last level

I ride with these masked rebels, mad devils, Rest In Peace Squad

More vicious than police dogs when haters jumping like leap frogs

I sink claws in weak frauds, that’s jealous of the way that I freak broads

Their speech pause when that heats drawn, ‘cause they keep violating these

street laws