[I Don't Wanna Live]

thanks y'all. This gonna be on my CD The Dynasty Begins by Blak Ace. comin soon! As soon as I record it

[Off My Chest Pt. 1]

thanks man.

[I Don't Wanna Live]

All this *** is too much, nobody give a ****

an' I aint stable cuz da bull****s startin 2 pile up

the picture in the mirror is nothin but skull an bones

dead man talkin, I just wanna be left alone

my thoughts say end it, forget it

cuz this pain i cant live with it

an happiness used to be so vivid

now bein high is the only way I can get it

2 be specific, life aint worth it, IM SICK OF IT

always was a outcast, now I just wanna die

no H2O from my eyes, I don't got time to cry

no matter what I do, it neva gets better

niggas makin it rain while Im just stuck in rainy weather

maybe in death Ill be betta off cuz me an pops will be together

all my work has amounted to nothin

2 the point where if I aint gone outta my mind, I dont wanna function

I wasn't meant to be happy or somethin

havin dreams of bein in the casket

but I killed myself, didn't get blasted

tired of livin the life of this unloved savage

an since love is in recess, I just wanna rest

GOD take the breath from my chest

my feet dont wanna suffer another step

at dis point, i dont know where Ill go

they say hell gates', but I dont think so

who knows my soul reguardless is tormented

judge gave me the life in pain sentence

an GOD hasn't offered no repentance

everybody else off living betta than me

**** is too dark and I can't see

I dont care if U feel like dyin, cuz I do

no matter how much money I could make, Im just not you

if somebody told you im happy its just not true

I am a prisioner of circumstance

**** if I get a second chance, u niggas just don't understand

I aint got no homies, no real life friends

forget seein life thru, jump me to the end

I aint at peace, I wanna be deceased

**** eternally runnin these streets

can live if no matter what I eat, the stomach pain repeats

my soul is just ice cold, but don't nobody know

I put up a warm front, so it just dont show

the blood drip from my eyes, I got a broken disguise

in the end, its my OWN EXISTENCE i despise

so me wantin out this sick game should be no suprise

NO REPRISE, I JUST WANNA ****IN DIE

mind of a suicidal, gon head give me the title

tired of sick **** I gotta do for survival

the good die young, but the unloved die worse

can't sustain with this curse

GOD LET ME DIE FIRST

[Off My Chest Pt. 1]

My rhymes iz terminal in every sense of da word

i gotta hit da pad, since all we got is da curb

im haukin up mucus and spitin it at these losers

when u destroy, destroy completely, da laws of rulers

i got bars 4 days like a gym

these is my foot soakin flos, u don't wanna see me swim

feelin hopeless cuz nobody recognizes me

feelin like I got evil hatchin up inside of me

iz da best rapper since Pac somethin Ima have 2 die to be

if so, oh well, who wanna ride wit me

im so sick of livin in this prision

no cell bars 2 see my vision

jus rapper intution

but in da dark i still hit da mark wit precision

dont stress, even tho I probably curse before I bless

jus az real as my dad iz in eternal rest

Im ressurectin da real, and burnin da rest

an i kno my message is contreversial

but Im BA, even tho it hurts 2

not be admitted 2 da O.R even tho Im so surgical

but not too many niggas operating these days are

aint lookin 4 perfect days, just somethin betta than these days are

momma kno an I kno that she raised a star

i thank GOD homie, i don't praise no stars

cuz wit a hot album, guess da outcome

I'll be where they are

that aint 2 say

that I dont wanna spit wit niggas like Jay

but reguardless how happy i seem, i can't jus up an forget da past like K

but da saddest part about it

iz suicide, i thought about it

but Im more concerned wit my kids and how they gon walk up out it

scarred 4 life, they can't pay that price

**** I couldn't deal wit it if my dad died twice

an if mama ever pass away

i pray 4 whoever pass my way

an that they watch what they say or da AK will spray

im am mentally sick, but u should kno dis ****

it shows itself in every ryhme, no matta how I flow da ****

an my life in general I can't cope wit

who knows if Id be alive if GOD didn't bless me wit dopest ****

i write every one of these ryhmes like my last testament

that's why I talk about so much 2 da best that i can spit

my gravestone seems too invitin

we need more than jus that west 2 be re-unitin

we need 2 be a united people, 2 face what we fightin

tha devil in flesh

R we even fightin the devil yes

but even I got sins, i must confess

an yes, Im a repeated offender

hell raiser born in december

how god gon' destine the hottest 2 be born in winter

I started out so innocent and lively

now I don't kno what's worse

tha demons inside of me, or what I might DIE tryin 2 be

im a painful poet, not really a rapper persay

i just kno how 2 rip a beat wit wordplay

so in dis closin arguement, I'd like 2 state

what can come from a baby feed hate

and at what rate, does he begin 2 make mistakes

an iz it death he'll face, before he completes his first tape

does god's favorite goe thru hell before the well

or am I a dellusional bastard, BORN 2 FAIL

[Organized Freestlye]

Being me seems to be a curse

an it affects only one person on earth

but what's worse

being a un-original rapper spoutin lies

or a dude who fights back till he dies

I, must say option b seems better to me

B L A K A C E is much better to be

not a thug, but I keep it hot

call me Huey P, keepin the gloc

train is full force now, can't jus stop

runnin over the rappin damsels distressin me when my tape drop

haters watch, real dudes clock

tha poet up there wit Aesop

and they not

so why not say it

got automatic ryhmes, why not spray it

that game was blessed 2 me, why not play it?

even tho tha hardest times is sent 2 god's favorites

so any suggestions, save it

my life is these ryhmes exactly how I display it

so if u aint feelin this flo, cool i got other ones

but remeber, there's a lot of stars, only one sun

lotta clip speakin bull****, but very few gunz

Sin Tzu got that militia

he's here 2 stay like bumper stickers

flo 2 leave even the coldest froze, who's SICKA?

yeah, I know I just told y'all bout 2 cats

both spit facts in they orginal raps

u know they tru dudes, while most just wishes

I write all my ryhmes, but most dudes is wristless

Sin T-Z-U can teach u the art of war

and Blak Ace can make ya life better than before

but they both go by ace unless the wars on

im still here, but ya boi's gone

ohh, it was just a song

accountant is where he belong

game is 2 strong, mind is too long

that's why God crumpled mines

but when I get down I can kill like nines

i make sense like good ryhmes

an homeboy still aint signed?

damn A an Rs is slippin

record labels is trippin

but its cool, i want 500 mil and Im dippin

like a perfect robbery

the best detectives couldn't follow me

Blak Ace, y'all 2 hollow 2 be

taste that, even tho superhead can't fully swallow me

[Da Finest]

Man its da mutha****in finest

my tracks get u tha highest, my flo is always timeless

that means my word is foreva

disreguard the weather homie u gotta get that chedda

the time is now, my niggas, rize up and take over

**** bein quiet, let mr. president know **** aint kasher

stormin the whitehouse, set out to paint it black

if u aint paintin me in a cell, then paint me strapped

draw me ready to be violent or silent, but I can't be that

listenin to radio stations like this can't be rap

readin newspapers like this can't be fact

rocking str8 black, wave cap with da fitted hat

ready 4 da attack, like hell is where we at

so we rock ice to keep cool, they try to break us down so we keep tools

we stay awake, neva keepin company of fools

they made ys outlaws since the cord was cut so **** the rules

we the best an worse, we the gift and curse

dreamin of life in da cradle, but ridin around in a hurse

raised upside down so we breathe animosity

niggaz ask a 1,000 questions, so we kill curiosity

I'm too ill not to overthrow da hoes on top of me

they all envious, but we fear not

**** waitin till the beat drop, my gloc will tell u why im hot

all of a sudden u hear 4 shots

Blak Ace da King, beat by these whores? I think not

because the king got too much evil

with iron fists i guide my people

give me liberty, or give me death on a steeple

me an my niggas,got our eyes stuck on tryin to make figgaz

wonderin why we got black broken wingz in camera picture

they want me in the cemetary str8 buried

so when they come full force, they killed in a hurry

not a murdered, but God made me fight 4 mines

slow but steady voice sayin kill em all in the back of my mind

grippin my 9, I can't see my goal

black ace, sometimes the concrete lets out a rose

the road i chose was much safer

but i gotta get this paper

send my adversaries to their maker, tell him i'll be there later

Copyright 2007

[Record Labels Now Agree Hip Hop Is Dead]

the way I see it, hip hop might not be fully dead, but its on its last legs. When people like Wayne, Jeezy, and Cam'ron are at the 4front of the game, somethin's wrong. Somebody need to take these rappers back into reality. That's why the game's messed up, real is distorted.

[Back For Round 2]

thanks, im gonna try to post more of my songs.

[Unexplainable]

feelin that one. Nice how u incorporated peoples songs

[Big Willie - "Keep Refusing"]

hey man, its better late than never for my reply. But you killin it willie, i feel da song.

you mad me stop back while i was reading on this line

"It’s worthless; keep thinking that something has to give

How can a life get taken before it’s had a chance to live?"

You killed it. Keep on doin man, an ill see u at the top

[Back For Round 2]

Blak Ace-6 Feet Below Cement-

Stress is gettin worse

I can’t even sleep

the water was to knees

it continues to get deep

I just wanted monet to eat at the beginning

now it seems

that part of life is ending

I starting to realize nobody gives a damn

son now Im out for the death of all supporters of uncle sam

they all got to die, for my money to multiply

my heart went black

when I saw the facts

so im going to solve all my problems with rap

they wanted me in the back of the bus

so this time the bus im hijack

all i want is my 40 acres and a mule

what’s wrong with that

couldn’t give my momma a job so we on welfare

since she unemployed

only I got healthcare

and that’s only because Im trapped up in this system

stuck in school with other fools

learnin the government’s wisdom

if they stress dont murder me

they will

in the dark of the night

huntin me because I try to teach others the real

the pain alone is enough to contemplate my death

but I can’t cause of what’s left, I cant take the final step

I leave it to the hands of time for my final breath

for all my dead peoples that neva got to see what’s next

I was first Huey Newton

they tried to kill my revolution

denying me rights PROMISED by the constitution

they raided my house daily

looking for guns

whatever they could pin me to

my life was on the run

I beat the cop killer case and every other case

they wanted me put away

I was just trying to help my race

they was mad when those hollow points missed my face

ended up shot in a bad deal

now I return as Blak Ace

I still can’t find the answers

I looked for in the panthers

all of our efforts

but crack still spreads like cancer

the 10 Point Program has been frogotten

all our heros have been shot and

Im just another black male

tryin to do all I can

All I wanted was to eat and pay the rent

but they hate me for that

and want me 6 feet below cement

[M.I.A]

thanks, im gettin better

[M.I.A]

M.I.A

(Chorus)

For a long time I’ve been missing in action

15 years and still missing the action

Planning on getting my money up

And having war scared faction

I shouldn’t pretend like im a saint

Cause I aint, revenge is a great satisfaction

(Chorus)

Working hard no time for relaxation

With so many stars to reach

Still gotta teach a nation

Make em listen

Read and sign the petition

I don’t always wanna rap

On this map looking for positions

Working the clock

School and songs non-stop

Hoping I can get paid for these creative phrases

Teaching all them bitch niggas

This aint a just a phase

I promise ya im going strong till my dying days

Even when im deceased

My flos just wont decay

Putting time into this constant grind

While im still in my prime

Makes for a amazing star

A copy of you’ll never find

Naw, he’s the ****

Ya just can’t double em

Turn up the treble, cause he’s a rebel

Just straight troublesome

So much drama

Wit my mama

Thought of suicide, woulda tried

But don’t want her to die of posthumous trauma

Don’t wanna be sick and corrupted

Its just how it is

Who knew my dad would have

One twisted kid

Son of a teacher

Anointed to help others learn

Wrong road, pick up the seeds ya sowed

And make a sharp turn

At the least

Honest living I gotta earn

Find a way to win without sin

Or im headed for eternal burns

But I yearn for the easy life

Whole world of pretty girls

No time for a sleazy wife

I gotta have myself open

Hoping for a brighter day

Get out the ghetto

In ya own way

But now ya gotta change

Once free from the chain

Find a way out the game

This is my lullaby

Watching time passing

All those that diss me

Will be missing in action

(Chorus)

For a long time I’ve been missing in action

15 years and still missing the action

Planning on getting my money up

And having war scared faction

I shouldn’t pretend like im a saint

Cause I aint, revenge is a great satisfaction

(Chorus)

Misery

Is all I have in my history?

Thinking of my father

Wonder if he’s missing me

But I can’t live in the past

Gotta make the present last

God, can ya hear a nigga down here

My biggest fear is ya turned a deaf ear to what I have to ask

All I want is a better life than this one

All the homies that went in out in the struggle

Tell em we miss em

So when we get to heaven

Save me a seat

Look in my heart and find good intent

But for now, I gotta eat

All my sins and transgression

Still don’t stop me from stressing

But ya blessings

Strengthen ya presence

Cause whoever seeks out god heart shall find

Its his will I’ve been missin the action

Cause satisfaction takes time

Look in my eyes

Through the windows of my soul

Don be surprised

If ya see a angel in disguise

Never given a damn thing

I had to make the grade and evade the snitches

Now I rise

Why them punk bitches cry

(Chorus)

For a long time I’ve been missing in action

15 years and still missing the action

Planning on getting my money up

And having war scared faction

I shouldn’t pretend like im a saint

Cause I aint, revenge is a great satisfaction

(Chorus)

[Favorite rapper (not Will)]

2pac

[Da Homeboyz - "Rockin' Wit' It"]

i think we can just say that, even with mistakes, they still tryin to get out of they lifestyle. Go head man, get out, im wit cha, i aint mad at cha

[new army mod!]

everyone else i cant attack cause they're too high

[Da Homeboyz - "Rockin' Wit' It"]

the song is chill. soon everybody gonna be rockin to it. keep it up homeboyz

[new army mod!]

funny smartass, i think the hand of god cant illustrate my wrath, im workin on 3

[new army mod!]

3,000,000 is good enough

[new army mod!]

where's hero? he might wanna get on every once in a while, check his money. Or lack thereof

[Army System Smack Talk]

hero is gonna be missing 3,000,000 in the morning

[Proof of D12 shot dead, Bizarre shot in head]

no, this person is still alive

[Proof of D12 shot dead, Bizarre shot in head]

:lol:

wonder who wrote that

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[MTV's Top 10 MC's Of All-Time]

him. His lyrics wouldn't necissarily have to better. Just his songs. Buts, its a good arguement so lets agree to disagree

[Proof of D12 shot dead, Bizarre shot in head]

Relax in Paradise Proof.