MC Dan - Block Poem [GMR: Old Songs]

[verse 1]

Im a gangsta, label me as lethal,
But when i rap i sound heavier than heavy metal
i drop bomb verses when my glock bursts
I used to kill niggaz just to feed my lust
I learned to live high and to pull the drive bies
Block poetry, did i lost my mind to this wicked crimes
Life fuck us all, but i learned to fuck the life
Niggaz scared when they see me physically present
Make a name for me just to show people what i represent
never leaving the block without glock, now thats descent
Let it know, whos the biggest troublemaker in town
whos the rapper that shaked the rap scene down
Got the dogs on the run when i flash my heater
Mister Dan, filling life sheet with my nine millimeter
they say the life is bitter, well they didnt met my nigga-eater
Im a hearthless, dont end bloody like bloody marry
Cuz im boutta leave ya ass at cemeterery
You should have worries, cuz im mindless in the hurry
Nigga please, dont make me kill you with a fury

[Chorus]
Block poetry, writtin with the homies beside me
they say im slow on trigga, nigga you dont wanna try me
History is always repeatin, you betta be retreatin'
Son dont be trippin, nigga aint scared to put the clip in
Niggaz run when they see my Imapala's lights bleepin'
Cause they know this gonna be their last meetin'.

[verse 2]
Im like rasta, twenty fo seven on the block high
smoke weed everyday, so my mind is fry,
Cocaine in my vains just to stop me from feelin the pain
I did worse, and i still got no remorse, not a shame
Im fucked up in the game, troublesome is my name
i act a G but a bitch is what they tellin me
motherfucker pull that heater let you rest in peace
Snatchin wallets with age of six, way to make da cheese
i been blastin since my first day at school
when i sticked the pool cue in my teachers stomach cuz he been a fool
With age of 14 i already fucked local OG's sista'
He didnt said a word to me cuz he knew im like a twista
Even now, when you walk in Seville niggaz know Dan the Mista
My guns speak for me, my blood is on the papers full of dem rhymes
Stories of a nigga who used to creep with beer at nights like a vampire

[Chorus]
Block poetry, writtin with the homies beside me
they say im slow on trigga, nigga you dont wanna try me
History is always repeatin, you betta be retreatin'
Son dont be trippin, nigga aint scared to put the clip in
Niggaz run when they see my Imapala's lights bleepin'
Cause they know this gonna be their last meetin'.

powwww.

/me extend his hand to the radio and turns on it.