Mario William Vitale
two hustlers in the music scene
thug life & the means to swing
rap in the way it used to be
making sweet magic & history
gone are the days we used to wake up in a purple haze
kissing second cousin falling in a daze
like a mouse that's stuck in a maze
shattered dreams things don't seem what they mean
stick a fork in me cause I'm done
soon I'll be off to run
as a young homeboy in the hood
busting sweet rhymes like I knew he should
wouldn't care in what they said or did
busting out with a cherry bomb under a garbage van lid
Pussy ain't nothing but meat on the bone
I'll suck it, I'll f*ck it, I'll leave it alone
Sound the alarm cause I'm out shooting blanks
Two hoods in the hip hop scene
producer Shug Knight can get awful mean
Falling head long at the seams
Living in the land of mean
The freaks come out at night out of sight
Riding in there Benz popping on Depends
shattered dreams evil schemes things don't seem what they mean
See you on the flip side squeeze
I'm going to pray to God it will knock you to your knees
The bees sugar is honey and honey is sweet
I got these cool rhymes buzzing from my head down to my feet
Biggie & Tu may have bitten off far more then they could chew
Nothing knew both had high top mansions
Silver dollars with no ransom
They both had left a legacy
See the new movie out going down in history
R.I.P. my friends see you in heaven looking down
For now I'll still listen to your tracks with no frown
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Submitted by hitalot on June 17, 2017
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,488 |
Words | 305 |
Stanzas | 35 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
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