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Big brother, Lil Brother, Twin sister
The Collab ( Big Brother, Lil Brother, Twin sister)
WRITEOUS ( Poetic Assassin )
Big Brother Lil Brother, like some Indian chiefs
Here to bury the pen axe and scalp minds as we speak
Hide sight when we seek life like base is at our poems
Try the fam and I promise death like my name is Corleone
Was warned not, meaning the ledge, to go to it
'less I knew the warning of living on the edge
But when threatened with some CoCofide-ness
Had to come in with reaction and pull the trigger
Never to break my stare at an enemy in question
Now answer this...
Do you know who I am?...No?...
-- The bringer of storm's
-- The young hell bent pen ward
Now tell me this…
Do you know who they is?..Huh?...
-- The writers of real
-- Three minds of pain, love, kill
Dare Push Our Passion and
I Promise Action like
Poet's Leisurely Crashing at best come from
The deadliest siblings of a family fashion,
dripping this ink so well
We prepare heads for the hell of
Looking our gift horse in the grill and in due
Time might reveal our own deaths to this field
But grip the pen's steel we still hand them the meal
Cuz that last person that bit, swallowed all of their fill--
Meaning to taste of my style--
Now they got gaps in their smile, please don't try
Being like us...
P.O.P.
Big Bruva Lil Bruva and my sister is the Assassin
Silencer spitters zero talking we coming Blastin
Murder first NO questions U looking at the Answers
We drink Chemos as the deadliest of Cancers
Writeous, P.O.P. and PLC make hell swallow divinity
Horsejack that pale rider, El Diablo reports his sins to me
Remember me? I’m Sonny C, Writeous. is Michael Corleone
Connie C is a killer,
Just imagine hmmm let’s say… Genghis, Hitler and Atila
My twin sister don’t ask for nothing, she takes it
Strip butt naked, she rapes it, Do yall really want her awakened?
You’ll ask my God whhhhyyy have you forsaken?
Writeous is the sniper sharp shooting niggas havens
AKs Desert eagles, Glocks, and lyrical gauges
Spill more life then a preteens playboy pages
I’m like the VADER with my gangster Luke and Leia
Slaying all you haters that betrayed us all of yall who made us
So let’s see who is the bravest
Our Cadences even at there nakedest state is
Still the greatest
We storm cliques like renegades and raiders
Hit G’s spots up like an Aids dater
Triggers are busted nuts…pre ejacked you sprayed up
Before you try the TRI
Homey get your weight up
Yo PLC
Light them niggas up like Vegas
PLC…
This is some other type shit
Some sister and brother type spit
Like a lick it’s a hit
Number one wit a fuckin bullet
Trigger screamin for me fuckin to pull it
Twins coming in
He is Alpha I’m Omega
POP and PLC a womb aint never produced no greater
Little Bruva P.A the favorite son of the creator
I guess it cost to be the greatest
We don’t even wave bye bye
Just open fire on the hater’s
No sound when I spray this
I use a silencer just to say this
I think its murder in the air
Nostrils flared I detect the distinct scent of fear
Death is somewhere near
And I seek it with out fear
I know nothing of emotions such as this
I don’t have a death wish
The reapers on MY hit-list
I am the annihilationist
Taking care of family busy-ness
Bullets fly from they lips and mine
In synchronization Fatality rates climb
As we rhyme to expand minds
And strive to get these flows
To go deeper
G_D was the soul sower
Sent this trinity as soul reapers
Best fucking believe I am my Brothers keeper
Willing to watch they backs while I follow them as leaders
This was my final collab with PLC R.I.P. Twin
A Poet of Pain, Writeous Mind, Preditions Love Child Production © 2008
