VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK19 - KEEP ON SMILIN V.2

i'm still smilin, not wilin/ & one love to my lil cuzin Ryland/ i've put a floor in, i've dun some tilin/ i put some work in cuz they was hirin/ i spit fire man, til my retirement/ u hear them sirens, they bringin firemen/ like they gonna put me out, are they retarded/ j. hart lace his raps wit retardant/ & i always carry, succa repellent/ u know this world is scary, who we tellin/ so bacc the fucc up off n keep it movin/ u can stop the talk, its proved useless/ shoot 4 the #! spot, thats what i'm doin/ do not talk to cops, act clueless/ i'm from the ruins but i'm not ruined/ i made it thru it n now its time to prove it/

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK18 - FUCC STEWY

fucc stewy, your reputation kinda puny/ if u a made man then I'm king louie/ u scare your own shadow, i attacc like a hewi/ I'm in the dictionary daily, wont let the rap game consume me/ I'll eat u like a soupy, shit u out poopy/ now your days as a rapper lookin gloomy/ u'za white boy wit waves, what more can i say/ u prolly shave your armpits, chest & your legs/ u look like a witch, act like a snitch/ rap like a tricc so u must be a bitch/ one more word, have u swimmin wit the fish/ i got hand made weapons courtesy of griffis/ I've learned how to use em, i know what i'm doin/ some still say that i over abuse em/ fucc a metaphor I'll get str8 to the point/ when i kill you its strictly 4 the joy/

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK17 - A KING INTRODUCED TO HIS THRONE V.2

i am king, this is my throne/ i rule this kingdom until i'm gone/ i make the rules, have em set in stone/ stone what i use when i build my home/ home is the place where i start my foundation/ a foundation important in any situation/ the situation changes on an everyday basis/ & everyday i wake up, wit less patience/ no i'm not a patient, ima doctor/ i fix problems, small or blatant/ to know what i know u'll need my brain then/ to see what i see u'll need binoculars/ u wna prosper, just watch us/ teach u a thing or 2 about stuff/ all the things u need to know n life cuzz/ is right here in front of u, u need to learn to soak it up

VERSE OF THE WEEK-WK16- WESTSIDE CHICO VS.1

st. francis 2 the westside, i'm 12 years old/ had 2 crash my sisters pad cuz i ran away from home/ 5-0-8 west sac, on the corner of warner/ we blazin up saccs, no one 2 make me follow orders/ 2nd story off da balcony, tryna macc a bz/ gettin faded, actin silly how we started n.c.c./ nor cal crip, we all jumped each other in/ the crew was real tight, a real gang bacc then/ broke apart, went our own way, still bangin crip/ moved around the westside, columbus and west 6th/ doin stupid shit, jaccin cars, ditchin school/ robbin cribs, paccin nines, dam i was cool/ cuzzo bangin on the door told me the homie got iced/ man that shits not right i was with him last nite/ rest in peace juicy juice u will always be remembered/ its a cold cold world when the great fall like timber/

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK15 - DREAMS V.2

dreams, nightmares, fantasy, reality/ screams, chills, sweats, u feelin me/ whats real, whats fake, in this life whats it take/ whats at stake, whos on the take, what is fate, dont close the gate/ im open 2 suggestions, insightful information/ about this world n whats comin, its becomin a frustration/ am i awake, am i asleep, what secrets does the government keep/ once a boy now a man feel im n the matrix land/ torn between 2 worlds/ its a crazy as life more complicated than girls/ u never know whats gonna happen, cant predict a damn thing/ everyone n everything has to go thru a change/ we gotta maintain, try to keep a sain brain/ cuz in todays age drugs n alcohol to blame/ most people cant separate dreams from reality/ thats a tragedy and becoming a common casualty/

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK14 - KEEP ON TRUCCIN V.3

i just gotta get bk up on my own 2/ y'all cant even start 2 understand what i gone thru/ & who do i belong to, me, myself & I/ been livin on dat bong food, blowin circles n the sky/ waistin my potential, stressin on the non important/ & to every boss i ever had i was insabordant/ cuz at a very early age i thought i had a grasp/ but i'm lookin bk now on oppurtunities passed/ what a dumbass, so many things i cuda learned/ instead of chasin after ass, tryna release a lil sperm/ shuda watched more history channel, took an extra class/ shuda saved a lil more instead of blowin all my cash/ shuda moved up to calculis instead of droppin outa math/ i shuda just walked away but instead his face got mashed/ guess ive made a lot of mistakes and ive dun a lot a dumb/ i know im not perfect and i never said i was/

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK13- KEEP ON SMILIN V.1

ima keep on smilin, im bout to have a son/ no more wilin, im sellin all my gunz/ now im jellin & i dont even know dr. scholls/ 1 time felon, but i climbed up & out those holes/ what im tellin, 1st thought that come across my dome/ what u smellin, burnt lips cuz i spit these fire flows/ now i dont need no negativity around/ i dont wanna C no ones smilie upside down/ i dont know if i'll really ever find happiness/ still im on that life pursuit 2 find that perfectness/ i promise 2 never let my son be parentless/ i swear 2 all my fam i'll try to limit all the stress/ cuz i need to live long, i need to live strong/ so i can be around 2 teach him right from wrong/ u prolly need to take anotha hit from the bong/ so u can fully comprehend the level that i'm on/

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK12 - THE ROSE FROM WHICH I CROPPED V.1

Those who mind don’t matter, those who matter don’t mind
never cared either way, that’s the song of my life
Do I need to ask forgiveness from the ones that I love
Do I need to be repentin for my sins up above
I grew up on welfare eatin government cheese
Wire close hanger antenna on da t.v.
Hand me downs on my bacc, pro wings on my feet
Too much cigerette smoke n da house, I cant breathe
Too much fitin at nite so a youngsta cant sleep
Too many people n the spot there barely enough to eat
No one ever paid attention but I learner how to read
I learned how to write n wit the math ima G
Mama gone off da chewy so im playin n da streets
Red light green light, hide n go seek
Ima 80’s baby raised n the 90’s
U know what that means I was raised a lil grimey

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK11- DREAMS V.1

crazy thoughts all the time, like parasites in my mind/

searchin thru the darkness 4 a single ray of sunshine/
never been gun shy, never will i run & hide/
im standin up for the fight, willin to fight 4 my rights/
never will a break stride, accepted my role in life/
born with enhanced sight so i use it when i write/
apply it 2 everyday life keep pushin til i get it right/
& if i get a chance 2 save a life i'll save a life/
no more pipe dreams, no more pill fiends/
all done wit plot schemes time 2 produce real green/
time 4 a new scene the last one was bootsy/
time 4 a new queen the last few were moody/
i have visions of the future, up early like a rooster/
2day i awoke normal one day i'll be super/
might take a few years but it could be sooner/
stay focused on the prize aka str8 shooter/

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK10- KEEP ON TRUCCIN V. 1

its time 4 me to C the light, time 2 change my life/ 1st step i gotta take, gettin rid of my wife/ no more stress, no more drama now i can have a clear mind/ & the 2nd step i'll take is 2 quit livin trife/ no more faulty people around me that can stab my baccside/ i dont wanna have to ride, i'd rather roll up n get high/ just sit bacc & write rhymes, sip the gac n spit lines/ u dont wanna C my bad side n i dont wanna be the bad guy/ 3rd step i'll take, quit fuccin wit these hoes/ cuz they only dig for gold & i cant have that in my life/ i cant take no more lies, thats not the way i roll/ i can tell i'm gettin old, my senses r startin 2 grow/ i can C thru the hate, still i stand in the cold/ i can C thru the fake but dont know what the future holds/ i do have future goals & some lifetime aspirations/ so the 4th step i'm takin, is self preservation/

VERSE OF THE WEEK -WK9- CUDA, WUDA, SHUDA V.1

i love 2 make music, time 4 me 2 prove it/ get me out this ruin, ima teacher & a student/ sometimes i think screw it but i know i gotta do it/ ima winner, never losin, even wen im losin/ right now i feel like cruisin, takin another brew in/ listenin 2 my 2 tens, breathin in the cool wind/ thinkin bout some true shit, realize the trueness/ that im not the coolest but im close to it/ o i thot u knew it, hartless run thru it/ want that new blue 6, need 2 tie up loose ends/ i been known 2 get ruthless so dont be foolish/ fire prawn stew spit, dont u get the clue kid/ my crew do bids 4 bein 2 stupid/ & loose a few kids just 4 bein clueless/ im lookin 2 recruit then, everyday i lose men/ my lil brother blew it now he lookin 2 lose ten/

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK 8 - INTERNET CYPHER

my release so sicc, craccin lyrics like a whip/ unsanitary spit is what dribble off my lip/ my 1st typed cypher, a hip hop lifer/ known to walk the wire when the situation dyer/ i keep the mission riffin, still searchin 4 whats missin/ whats lost will be found in another dimension/ y everybody snitchin sendin good folks to prison/ its such a contradiction from that "thug" life? u livin/ im now graduatin from the bs n hatin/ patiently waitin for 4 an opportunity to take it/ breathe lyrics like air so simple but amazin/ i c your eye brows raisin wen jon hartless make a statement/ i got 2 pennies too, so i guess we got 4/ if everybody put theres in then we'll have alot more/ buildin empires together need a sturdy foundation/ no matter what the weather we gon hit the town blazin/

VERSE OF THE WEEK - WK 7 - MICROPHONE FANTASIES

It’s the m-I-c hip hop fantasy/ Brought 2 u by h-a-r-t/ l-e double $ sign me/ s-a-u-c double e/ c-r-I 2 the mutha-effin p/ I rep that crip til im r-I-p/ I don’t really care if I sell 1 c.d./ Make a livin n the kitchen, chef boy r-d/ U wna cum against me, u’ll need an army/ Take more than cement n steel 2 bar me/ I rip this microphone wit far more ease/ I shift more dope n burn more trees/ Only n ur wild fantasy u cud b me/ Really think u cud walk n my shoes, please/ I live a crazy life that most people couldn’t handle/ I write it down, spit it out n turn the page like a channel/

VERSE OF THE WEEK-WK6-CREATING BUZZ

Im talkin bout the right 1, that’s me/ They talkin how I write 1 wit such ease/ So dam simple I cud do it n my sleep/ Rhymes poppin like pimples on a jr. high geek/ Guarantee I get a chance I’ll take the nation by surprise/ Ima try n make dat happen real soon here in life/ I need 2 get this paper 4 my kids n future wife/ that’s y im writin all day n recordin all nite/ I think I need 2 light 1, skunk weed/ Cuzz I b getting high from, da blunt tree/ Its so damn easy I cud do it while I nap/ Roll a rap n a snap like the bacc of my hat/ Its my time 2 shine, im ready 4 da lime/ Im almost 2 my prime n ima b there like 9/ Plus another 9 n then that’ll b the time/ 2 retire 2 the pines n just smoke n drink fine/

VERSE OF THE WEEK-WK5-A KING INTRODUCED TO HIS THORNE

a king introduced to his throne/ 1983, february 24/ billions of people on the planet when Im born/ but zero like me have ever been spawn/ Im the year of the boar, Im a great white shark/ Pisces be the sign when i look up at the stars/ got the heart of a giraffe, the strongest in our kingdom/ if u dont believe me u can google it or bing it/ i got an i.q. around 1-5-2/ not too many people can fit my shoes/ Im like a boomerang when i spit these raps/ my words circle round the room then i bring em right bacc/ my rhymes are like an intoxicating trap/ they leave your mind wandering askin how to get bacc/ but your just so intrigued, by this king, u adapt/ your just sittin bacc waitin for more wisdom to grasp/

VERSE OF THE WEEK-WK4-RAIDER OF A LOST ART

Ima niner, he’s a raider but we on the same team/ Wit this music, career shit, chasin da cream/ I do what I do cuzz dats what im good at/ Use 2 play baseball so im good wit a wood bat/ Even umpired lil league 2 get sum extra cash/ What u know bout that, ha, go head n laugh/ Im old school but I pioneer of my own time/ Ive been fooled b4 but never twice by the same kind/ Ima raider of a lost art, combine so many different parts/ Hip hop, gangsta rap, rocc n roll n reagatone/ Uza wanksta ima bloccstar, show u how I rep it hard/ Cr-hip hop, gangsta crip, siccess n saucee don/ Wit the undaboss ghost lansky right across/ Supreme raider shit, the borgata keep it sauce/ Keep perfectin the lost art even in a time of loss/ Raiders always huddle up cuzz we fightin 4 a cause/

VERSE OF THE WEEK-WK3 - SiCCeSS DONT STOP

SICCeSS dont stop even if u call da cops/ be right bacc on top if they ever knocc us off/ chasin da gwop til da wheels fall off/ call me ronnie lott hit the hardest on da blocc/ ima 1 stop shop if u wanna smoke or pop/ u'll hear 1 glocc pop if your mouth run talk/ u think u da boss well i know u not/ been a G since a tot u can ask my pops/ i toss roccs like i mastered hop scotch/ pop my mouth lots cuz im comfy in my soccs/ more game than a jocc keep it movin like a watch/ more vicious than a rot SiCCeSS dont stop/ my life crazy like a fox up in down like stoccs/ but i keep it on locc so it dont wander off/ always give u da drop like my name stuart scott/ stay rollin up da pot i love 2 choke n cough/

VERSE OF THE WEEK-WK2 - TOO MUCH AGONY

I listen 2 the streets, they like a father 2 me/ i keep my ear 2 the ground, might have a project 4 me/ climbin up the knowledge tree & away from agony/ im tryna legalize weed & dispose of all the D/ im tryna live healthy, enjoy all the pleasures/ but its almost 2 the point, i gotta take sum drastic measures/ im after jarassic treasures, not tryna drown n the hood/ i got more pep than frat steppers so u know im all good/ i wanna C SiCCeSS, the stress level drop/ riches in the future picture, never jaw wit da cops/ one love 2 my pops, we gotta stay strong together/ u bout 2 lose your wife, she terminal wit cancer/ already lost 3 homies, both my grandpas/ my world startin 2 get lonely, did they die 4 a cause? so much agony & pain, it never goes away/ so i get down on my knees. i bow my head & i pray/

VERSE OF THE WEEK-WK1 - THE PHOENIX

As the phoenix rises I look into his eyes/
Death stare, mean mug no other focus n mind/
Ask him r u here 4 me, said he hasn’t decided/
& theres a lot u have 2 learn b4 u retire/
Thers an indictment on your life u got a hole new assignment/ Have 2 narrow ur alignment, stop comittin crimes/
Robin hood times, be strategic wit your rhymes/
don’t be selfish wit your grind, as well avoid all confinement/
Just then I awoke, chest beatin, heart speakin/
Was that a dream up n smoke or was I barkin wit the phoenix/ Realest thing I ever felt, ive been hounded by demons/
Ive been bound by these creatures, their sycadelic leaches/
But now that im reaching great heights n my time/
Still know that I’m the type to keep a knife by my side/
Imma do onto others as they do onto my life/
Until my demise Jon Hartless gon ride/
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