ShamanOfSexy RL BF of HeartxCore702's blog: "Lyrics"

If you ain't feelin Bomber, you deaf dumb blind like Helen/ rare lyricist who doesn't double as a felon/ last dude was 'Em like me sellin/ call me Dr. Scholls, me && the beat just gellin/ I dip on sets, you could say I'm Hell Rellin/ fly as an airplane propellin/ && ya'll stuck on stand by/ you a sham guy/ all ya words are damn lies/ sayin I'm a wanna be bro/ lemme think, that haveta be no/ what that is, don't even know/ just rubberbandin this doe/ like T.I. && Young Dro/ get like you, naw get like me/ cuz I'm where you wanna be//

Just call me the bakery, stackin all of this bread/ you just David Tyree, catchin balls with your head/ lookin like a shootout aftermath wearin all of this red/ ain't enough streets to have all of this cred/ fashion tight, to the very last thread/ watchin all of you fags laughin/ even my New Era flags matchin/ BITCH!, I'm swag splashin/ so get ya umbrellas && beach towels/ I'm flagrant cuz I speak foul/ && it'd be so easy if I dissed ya'll/ with words that hit the point faster than Chris Paul/ && by the looks of things all the talents here, musta missed ya'll//

As I sit there staring, at my living room clock/ on the couch, it's just me and my pops/ a kind gentle man, age of 62/ spent most of his life, drinkin' the brew/ anyone he met, always made em laugh/ damn what am I gunna do, when he pass/ the man was my life, gave me inspiration/ I'll give my life, 100% dedication/ show my enemies, a whole new wrath/ with Bomber, the Kane name will last/ all the way, in infamy/ so stay outta my way, unless you kin to me/ World Wide West, we be droppin' them bombs/ and don't get it twisted, got love for my moms/ but that's for, a totally different rhyme/ with them now, I'ma spend all my...