Donati’s Cut

Straight out the jungle

Fighting with tigers will make you humble

Learn to rumble

Life among toads will make you tired

Fucking bimbos

Spark up a fire to bring it indoors

Momma told me no drama inside

So take it outside

We boutta slide-

For that embarrassment that rattled our pride

Peep the design

Of them-Bloody street signs

Never mind them bodies by the sea side

I hope that life is better on the b side

Yeah…..

Tied laces and old kicks

Patrick Ewing-I’m the leader of the old knicks

The ‘06 mind of,

A young legacy that’s yet to be born

But right behind him

Is an army that’s preparing for war,

The suicide one,

Get a deadshot-don’t step in his spot

Load the gumbo in the pot

And let it thicken the plot

These nighas dick riders

They copy the flow

But didn’t know

I got some insiders

Told us bout your plans of competition

But I’m the real Bobby-

Donati, the life of the party-

Just As silent as always

It dawns on me…..

That all of You stupid nighas is bitch probably

To contradict the life of the black—mafia zombies

You gon need more than a label

If your ambitions to stop me

They hate me because I’m cocky,

Standing tall-

They short and stocky

What’s the problem?

Every tragedy is count by 9s

The old times……

Clips of magazines

I swear I shoulda blown by now

They say they looking for a talent

Why I’m still not found?

I got the rhymes,

Got the sound,

Dedicated…….

Versatile-!

It gets rocky on this road,

Coach-please don’t throw the towel

I think that I can see it coming now!!!!!

(I got the rhymes….)

(Got the sound……)

(Dedicated…….)

(Versatile….)

Every tragedy’s defined by 9s……….