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    dots Submission Name: Ill Street Bluesdots
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    Author: SinCeer05
    ASL Info:    21mVA
    Elite Ratio:    3.27 - 243/279/168
    Words: 897
    Class/Type: Lyrics/Serious
    Total Views: 922
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 5101



    Description:
       Collaboration

    (+PROlifik+) & (+SINceer+)

    Song about growing up in our area.


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    dotsIll Street Bluesdots
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    3/1/06

    Compulsive Heights

    Ill Street Blues


    (Chorus)*2
    bein kicked out of schools
    a young man payin his dues wit everything to lose
    had mad skillz to prove so i kept my pen on the move
    still on the scene wit a handfull of dreams

    (+PROlifik+)
    trapped in the middle of a maze, im amazed to think back to middle school ways
    tryin to act tough in little cool ways,un phased on how bein cool pays
    "all i need is my radio" wit one pant leg up like L.L. cool j sayin fuck what rules say
    you heard me say i got away so you point the finger at me always
    blamed me for the ciggerette smoke blowin threw the hallways,
    so i said fuck school i barely saw 30 days
    im makin money in dirty ways,
    actin flirty wit dirty dames playin absurdly games in unworldly ways
    im worthy of fame but the shit you talk hurts me the same,
    witness your mother burst into tears
    right around the same time i had my first beer,
    shed my first real tear in my first worst year
    what a cursed year how would you feel if you was a freshman in your third year?
    gettin picked on by your peers cuz your outfit was bought at sears, bein officially out of tears not wanting to be here
    barely of age no buisiness behind the wheel effects startin to kick in i found it hard to steer
    with nerves of steel i attempt to approach fine ladies wit mad sex appeal-what they said? you can see how bad i feel but im glad im real,
    unless you in an abercrombie shirt she aint gonna flirt
    even tho she in the back wit someones hand up her skirt,
    i aint her type to her im just as low as dirt frontin in my polo shirt
    but i just hold back,new era an a fresh throwback just know that i own that ill be balling just as soon as i get my phone back
    a little money on the side so i can hold that,
    a nice girl wit a bold back a couple bowl packs ill roll wit that
    a simple man wit simple plans tryin to make life as simple as i can,
    we just rhymin for you man
    you aint know half the shit we been threw man,+SINceer+ and +PROlifik+
    man we lived it
    we made some mistakes, had some family misplaced,
    we still got what it takes to make it great
    holdin down the south side of twenty eight
    we tripplin our tapes while you still digging threw crates


    (Chorus)*2
    bein kicked out of schools
    a young man payin his dues wit everything to lose
    had mad skillz to prove so i kept my pen on the move
    still on the scene wit a handfull of dreams


    (+SINceer+)
    I live life scorned
    The hate came sharp like thorns,
    And I never give into the norms that surrounded me
    Growing up I wouldnít conform, unless they pounded me,
    But my strategy to prevail, left yal mad as hell, a little derailed
    After the sound of the bell
    Leaving gym class, after I broke the rim and the glass,
    Walking without a hall pass, so I wouldnít be last,
    Then sneak in the back, for a gasp of that,
    Just to relax, laid back for the ride home,
    Taking the bus, high and in the zone, couldnít wait till I was grown
    And I remember the nights sitting on the phone,
    Hitting up my targets,
    Females with hard tits,
    School was a market,
    But I didnít pay, it was more like going to a free buffet,
    As they stood in line all day, just eyeing me to play,
    With their emotional switches,
    Easy to turn on, without commotion with bitches
    Acting a fool, without a care,
    Should go back to school, so people donít compare,
    Me from you, what's the difference,
    I'm part of the few, that has no significance,
    And in this society today, I choose to delay,
    But simple it seems, or as complex as my dreams
    my words convey, whatís absurd in the world today
    Facts of my reality,
    Our in the past, got kicked out of class
    Without acts of sobriety
    while trying to do math
    Girls used to smile at me, cuz I make them laugh
    And I was never known for my smarts, or giving away my heart
    In school high at the start, missing class and each part
    Of the lectures, cuz I chose to get my rest,
    Fucken up failing each test
    So the morals I instilled for myself
    Left no oral development for wealth
    My speech was low, from smoking you know
    I talked soft and failed to be heard,
    Without elegance I spoke sentences without the words,
    Iím still relentless with the herb, cuz I curved to swerve, away from snitch nerds

    (Chorus)*2
    bein kicked out of schools
    a young man payin his dues wit everything to lose
    had mad skillz to prove so i kept my pen on the move
    still on the scene wit a handfull of dreams




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      CLASSIC haha ya kno it
    | Posted on 2006-05-25 00:00:00 | by PROlifik | [ Reply to This ]
      wow wow wow!

    that all i can say!
    another guden, your flow never ends. i think ma bro has got himself to this stage now, and i think is a shame, cos he is realy inteligent, he could do so much, but found a gun in his room, he didnt hide it well, maybe this could inspire him to do better
    thanx for sharing
    x x x x
    | Posted on 2006-03-21 00:00:00 | by secret kisses | [ Reply to This ]
      Now this is the s**t I'm talking about! I loved this so much. Ya'll stole my diary for I was reading my school life, minus the coming on to girls part. lol. This was just perfect. Wow! Im like speechless and Troy can tell you that rarely happens. lol. This is a fav for me. And I plan to read more of your work and I hope prolifik do join elite and post his stuff as well. I still ask you keep me updated with all you post please. You two have major mad skills. I'm scared of ya'll!

    Maggie
    | Posted on 2006-03-02 00:00:00 | by Magnolia Steele | [ Reply to This ]
      Back in the days when I was young im not a kid anymore but some days I still wish I was a kid again
    That write there says it all
    God Bless
    Ron


    By the way I would like to try writing in this style
    send me a theme and let me try and see if I can do it
    God Bless
    Ron
    | Posted on 2006-03-02 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ]
      this was fu cking ridiculous. this was long as hell but it was worth it. ur first collabo that i've read on elite is a [censored]ign success like none other. both of y'all have mad skills. i really can't picture y'all failing through school. ur raps seem too intellegent for that sh it. good job y'all. yeah prolifik needs to get his ass on the site soon
    | Posted on 2006-03-03 00:00:00 | by unknown soldier | [ Reply to This ]
      this is good, but not what I was expecting. I think this is well written, though there are a couple of spelling errors. Consider revisng with spell-check, adn you'd have a kick ass rap here.

    Storm
    | Posted on 2006-03-04 00:00:00 | by OrionsStorm | [ Reply to This ]


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