guess whos back

**Wack** · 07-30-2005

aight enough gawkin yea i lost my girl/ an really for a minute i thought that of my world/ then i seen that it made me stronger/ the cuffs an shakles holdin me beck no longer/ cuz what dont kill ya makes ya stronger/ i got to feed my mental haunger/ the b*tch left me now i say so wat/ she wanna be like that then let the slut/ long story for a different time/ but for now i think its time/ for me to let wack back out/ hes been held in an i dont doubt/ he wants to run probly wants to play/ so some one step up what ya say?/ 1-8-7 goin be the new rap sensation/ better jump on now before we leave the station/leave yall stuck at the docks/ followin our groupies threw the city like pigeon flocks/ now i aint got nuthin to hold me down/ so i can make whoever look retarded an say the sky is brown/ before i couldnt keep my head straight/ but now i think back i really get i-rate/ that girl was always on my mind/ i was stupid to let myself go blind/ thinkin how i was/ lyrically stinkin how i was/ but thats ok bucause after the fuss/ of dealin with that i see so much more/ an all it took was shakin my core/ i had to go down memory lane/ to a time when i was still sane/ i had to go to my childhood before my boy geremy lost his life/ before the pain an before the strife/ before wack was formed in my head/ i asked my boy why we was rockin the red/ he told me it was so they could watch your back/ an help you out when things seem stacked/ so that theres always someone there wen u need em most/ to keep your *ss from bein burnt like toast/ its wasnt for violence an it wasnt for drugs/ we didnt wanna be recognized as thugs/ we was just tryin to look out for each other/ treat on another like a brother/ so yall can go an think wat you want/ but this games just startin heres the openin punt

**Wack** · 07-31-2005

now see like i said i have returned/ im a lil more banged up an a lil burned/ but im alive an still in one piece/ but workin things out dealin with police/ that aint fun i hate 5-0/ but no matter wat i gotta put up wit po-po/ got to stay outta jail keep rightin my ****/ get things off my chest find the one place i fit/ in cuz it aint wer im at/ no one cares my only friends are t+ an my baseball bat/ like i said 1-8-7 always lookin to add to our group/ jus hit me up wit sayin u wanna be a 1-8-7 troop/ aint no death commitment it aint no life long choice/ jus look out for one another an let us hear your voice/ either way i really dont care/ so im gonna proceed to tear/ away enough of that/ time to forget wat was previously spat/ think towrad the future wat we can look for ahead/ the best thing is wen im finally dead/ thatll make everyones day thatll make em happy/ no one wants to say it but no one cares about me/ but dont worry i wont take my life/ thats deaths job to do with his scith/ im waitn with open arms homie/ wenever your ready death the whole world can blow me/

**Fat Daddy** · 08-01-2005

So does this mean you wanna text battle.

**Wack** · 08-01-2005

dont matter to me
if thats somethin u wanna do cool

**Fat Daddy** · 08-01-2005

Arrite, who's gon' go first?

**Wack** · 08-01-2005

b my guest lets see maybe 10 bars sound good??

**Wack** · 08-01-2005

better idea ok check this if we goin do this we gotta do it right k check it
10 bars
3 rounds
alternating spits

wat you think lemme kno of nethin u think should b different

**Fat Daddy** · 08-01-2005

You told me to go first/Now you gon' be cursed/I spit this **** like fire have you laying back up in a hearse/You call me hypocritical/I'm just a savage individual/everything you say is dismissible/Yo, you must of missed it/When I said every rapper sucked I wasn't just being optomistic/You think you got me figured out/Then I switch it up to wherew you have no clue about it.