CurbStomp

Charlie Muscle: This shit take me back man... (Verse 1: Chronic) I got a military shoulder mark That puts me somewhere between Joan of Arc and Napoleon Bonaparte I'm from the grass roots Using music to get back in touch with peoples like a masseuse You ain't cleaning up. Go back to stacking dishes And you get sacked in minutes, plus ask your misses I ain't lacking inches Nor lacking patience, I'm waiting with my breath bated Riding tracks and hoping they lead to the radio stations Inhale it-see I'm refreshing as a light breeze Cause I lyrically gave hip hops iv's a tight squeeze But you was giving it a lethal dose- That's why I'm sticking you for your rhyme book and using it as Kleenex rolls Between us both I ain't mean for it to come to dissing you- Y'all know with truth there's the risk some will hiss and boo- Just pissed I'll never battle Big L we done been missing you Or Eminem back when he was fun to listen to And it makes no difference what happens I stand firm I make your whole band squirm, schools out so this is slang term And therefore fuck a spelling checker I make you vanish like Penn and teller performing for Helen Keller -I got glaives, Ginsus, light sabres like Mace Windu I run through put twenty poisoned blades in you Severing veins sinew organs bones and face tissue Sink my teeth in and chew until I taste gristle Saw your Ford Pinto parked fresh from the car rental Acted like a worthless gringo and smashed the window Left your car as a one wheeler- You couldn't handle chronic even if you was an actual drug dealer There's none realer, even if I ain't the cat you probably heard a' -Maybe the reason is I don't sound much like Bobby Schmurda The hobbies murder, bodies thrown in the gutter And to think I started rapping to get over my stutter Yesterday everybody was closing they shutters Tomorrow I'm paying the dollar that I owe to your mother -See how in the moment that I start to rap- You get respiratory arrest and a heart attack Shawty arch your back, I got the blue prints To become a true prince the largest cat Sending bomb threats to congress, ,when I chart the map I put my name on it claim chronic started from scratch Like a yeast infection, I'm the beast from the east direction Since birth felt a disconnection like my leads were stepped on It's why I'm hustling, chronic? you ain't gon' muzzle him Yo it's time for Charlie to Muscle in... (Verse 2: Charlie Muscle) Check, you put a mic in front of me, and I'm beasting A West Coast resident who's symptoms resembling Lou Ferrigno Anger in my every day and struggle in my every way I'm fighting for the signs to say my life is more official Common knowledge isn't too common for you - nigga You thinking that my dollars the problem like you - richer All the while inside this box I'm writing raps around the clock I'm turning negatives to positives like developing pictures I swear I reach my limits, every rapper is a critic Whose a talent scouting gimmick use that shit in any minute They formulate sentence defying the laws of physics implying that all their lines will deliver apocalyptics Yo that's bullshit - wait, did this pussy call me a peon? I'd rather eat the pussy than walking round try'na be one You clit-lipped son-of-a carpet muncher lesbian That came to kill the raps like my lyrics resembled Deacon (Verse 3: Chronic) Everybody got they own walk of life Though mine happens at night when I stalk your wife Looking for a snack while holding a pocket knife Cause I been like Big Lurch on Aurora since Northern Lights I growl at y'all like a rottweiler with a chain on Drop fire like napalm over Halong, so flame on Punchlines hit you like a cinder block And so technical you should call me Tec support- Extended stock- I's Goliath and then ending up slinging rock Darwinian, surviving against the odds Cause ever since hanging lunch-bags on coat hooks Cats want a look at what I wrote in a notebook The crowds applauding, fuck it I'm causing a scene (Causing a scene?) Why you think you can pause it on screen? Smush your A&R's face in his tea tray, rap messiah Conceived from a 3 way with Snow Tha Product and Jean Grae And God, so you see I know my enemy like Green Day Rap need a remake so consider this the scene-take For the record I'm here to set it straight If I'm the first that you heard, everyone after sound second rate So get your head in the game, and get in shape I medicate, the lead I sprayed got rappers behind some yellow tape Result of a broke Trojan wearing soaked brogans -Choke-holding like Hulk Hogan Holding a blow gun but don't load none I'm so cold in I prefer to beat you 'til there's bones broken so no joking Broke enough to leave your safe broke open with notes stolen Dumb hack, making a comeback by squeezing my nut sack Since 2Pac was one-pac, cutback? I stuck crack in my butt crack Sat on the luggage rack watched Rugrats woke up on a mudflat So small when I fold in a brawl I roll in a ball And crawl though a hole in the wall I give it my soul and my all, with each pen I hold when I scrawl Even passed out from alcohol in the mall sprawled on the floor On solvent withdrawal and don't even get cold any more So don't ask me what happens before any fall I stay conscious, no contest I write my shit on paper and not YouTube comments Charlie Muscle: Rest in peace Big L