happiness

true happiness for me is h.e.r.



if you never been to a live show, you don't know wat your missin.
to all those i went to one with, ya know how happy dat shit makes me.
-baca

trife life

i dont know what to believe no more. My eyes must be playin tricks on me, My ears gotta be lying, My hands must be numb yo. People talkin they clout, situations got me doing things, niggas don't even know tha half, they only know wat i tell them. i guess she was right, i really am not lettin people in my world. some say thats good, some say thats bad, idk no more yo. Its hard to tell who really got ya back nowadays. Im going raw dog in this shit. I listen to people complain about the stupidest shit, im thinking in my mind like wow that ain't shit, for real dawg get some real problems than come to talk to me. Age ain't shit in this life, its all about experiences duke. well im out to go puff this lye cause the skunk make me think right.


-baca
"a rather ugly brother with flows dats gorgeous".....

back home to you

i been looking for these lyrics for mad long now. i finally found them. i was gonna dedicate this to someone but shit happens.....


Now, being that the fact is (uh), you was a fly New Yorker
You could of wrote me off as some kind of sick stalker
But I guess I was kind of a slick talker
Charmed you real quick, then made a mean offer
Now we livin like Mr. and Mrs. Walker
Cause even if we was stranded, we'd be hand and hand, Miss
Thing, body that bang, I can't stay away (uh)
I think 'em about to get this ring off layaway
And shine up this knee, it's been a little too long
We've Been "Holdin Each Other Down" just like the Alchemist song (hold you down)
So to not give you no props up on this album is wrong
When you put your soul in somethin, yo the outcome is strong
And them long nights on the road is torturous (right)
But every show is just another step towards our fort-a-ress
I see you doin your thang too
We could make beautiful music together with the way you sang, woo
So while I'm starin out my tour bus window (uh)
Rollin through Los Angeles and San Francisco
I'm thinkin about you buggin out, singin some disco (right)
And all that other shit that I miss yo
Cause listen up, I ain't tryin to be Jared at Subway
I want your arroz con pollo cooked for me lovely
You knew me from a scrub to today (uh)
The clubs that I play, make me glad I didn't meet you in one (hell yeah)
And when my people from the hood see me
They tell me that our shit would really make some good TV
But we ain't goin out like Jessica and Nick Lachey
Because people always be havin bullshit to say
And I ain't worried 'bout no number one hit today
I'm just writin this to say, good lookin out
Thanks for gettin my back even when I was actin whack (what)
All depressed, and talkin 'bout quittin rap
My fans don't know it but they owe a lot to you (uh)
Cause you reminded me, that a man's got to do, what a man's got to do
Truer words were never spoken (no doubt)
Without your help, I might have been forever broken
But now I got sublime rhymes, ready for prime time
When me and my dime shine, it's brighter than the brightest constellation (woo)
It took the tightest concentration and I'm a give that ass a demonstration
When I get home (uh), yeah, I got work to do
When I get back home to you (soon as I get home)
Yeah, I got work to do, when I get back home to you, you, you (I'm a tear that ass up)





-baca

all my life

All my life I kept my eyes on the prize
But every time I reached for the prize it demised
I wonder what's going on, but I gots to move
I gotta keep my head and I gotta stay strong

double a

jet knows.
L knows.

i miss those summerdays 2 years ago when me and ma boys used to go random places and meet random people and do random things.

"shes just a normal chick, dumb nigga"
-jet







"yea she is, but so what nigga let a nigga have something to look foward to when i go to alife other than expensive ass t shirts."
-baca

moment of truth

What goes around comes around!
remember that.

They say its lonely at the top, in whatever you do
You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you
Nobodys invincible, no plan is foolproof
We all must meet our moment of truth


The same sheisty cats that you hang with, and do your thang with
Could set you up and wet you up, nigga peep the language
Its universal, you play with fire it may hurt you
Or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through
Lets face facts, although mcs lace tracks
It doesnt mean behind the scenes there aint no dirt to trace back
That goes for all of us, there aint nobody to trust
Its like sabotage, its got me ready to bust
But I cant jeapordize, what I have done up to this point
So ima get more guys, to help me run the whole joint
Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else well die
You know I be the masterof the who what where and why
See when youre shinin, some chumpsll wanna dull ya
Always selfish jealous punks, will wanna pull ya
Down, just like some shellfish in a bucket
Cause they love it, to see your ass squirm like a worm
But just as youll receive what is comin to you
Everybody else is gonna get theirs too
I aint no saint, therefore I cannot dispute
That everyone must meet their moment of truth

Actions have reactions, dont be quick to judge
You may not know the harships people dont speak of
Its best to step back, and observe with couth
For we all must meet our moment of truth



Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near
Dont fear things get severe for everybody everywhere
Why do bad things happen, to good people?
Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil
The situation that Im facin, is mad amazin
To think such problems can arise from minor confrontations
Now Im contemplatin in my bedroom pacin
Dark clouds over my head, my hearts racin
Suicide? nah, Im not a foolish guy
Dont even feel like drinking, or even gettin high
Cause all thats gonna do really, is accelerate
The anxieties that I wish I could alleviate
But wait, Ive been through a whole lot of other shit, before
So I oughta be able, to withstand some more
But Im sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo
Im ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind
I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine
My only crime, was that Im too damn kind
And now some skanless motherfuckers wanna take whats mine
But they cant take the respect, that Ive earned in my lifetime
And you know theyll never stop the furious force of my rhymes
So like they say, every dog has its day
And like they say, God works in a mysterious way
So I pray, remembering the days of my youth
As I prepare to meet my moment of truth

(you should know the truth
And the truth shall set you free --> from _whos gonna take the weight? _)



Yo I got one lyric pointed at your head for start
Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart
Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines
Youre gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes
Crack the spines of the fake gangsters
Yeah the bitin triflin niggaz, and the studio pranksters
Yo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain g?
Or will you be looked upon strangely?
I reign as the articulator, with the greater data
Revolvin on the tascam much doper than my last jam
While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphots
I explore more, to expose the core
A lot of mcs, act stupid to me
And we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity
But anyway its just another day
Another fake jack I slay with my spectac rap display
Styles, smooth but rugged -- you cant push or shove it
You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it
The king of monotone, with my own throne
Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones
Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight
Your image and your business, were truly not done right
Throw up your he-allah-i now, divine saviors
You got no hand skills theres no security to save ya
No pager, no celly, no drop top benz-y
I came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an ending
My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse
Cause you must meet your moment of truth




-Baca

take these words home and think it through

"fuck halloween treats, cause ain't shit sweet."

To tha person that drives a 98 ford explorer thanks for keepin it g with a kid.





-baca
"in time, i turn the water to wine."