Search results for 'Author The Computer'

the mic
Off the wall when I write cuz the author paid the price
Dirty computer screens, tryna walk away
Tipping the image on the pole in a dark place
But

I'm wit that social Media but this ain't no computer
You can catch it anywhere in the field ima shooter
I stuff 15 in the Glock and 20 in the ruger
I

Devine spliffs, in Mercedes designed whips
Writing in my mind  using computer design chips
Fighting  all the time to keep on top of my vices
Delighted

frames of accurate detail
I'd rather hug a tree than fuck around with an e-mail
I don't need a computer monitor
I'd rather walk a few kilometers

computer screens
There's books on tape, there's DVDs!
There's people there who are ready
To help you find the things you need!
There's fiction, non-fiction

ain’t been here before,
Treatin opps,
Like my strippers hoes,
Hit ehm wit the pole,
Funny how,
When I got my jwet,
The computer froze,

Grab the Mac,
Hit

how they've been in love
Hey kids I'm a computer, I'm a trooper feeling super, shoot the future like a looper
You tryna step like gooses ima go home

Deadly Game

C-BO

'Til My Casket Drops

1998

* author's note: this is the song that got see-Bo locked up for parole violation

You know I never was no choir boy
Ya folks got a, gang of priors

on
Fools swear they're wise, wise men know they're foolish
We was headed for the web even before computers
I never thought you would give me a reason to do

Whenever we arrive at your office
I definitely body your authors
I'm Martin Shkreli, everybody audit the auction
About it and cautious, a product

and grabbed the Ruger
We ain't never run on no computers
And we ain't diss niggas on Snapchat
We just snapped when we see m
That's a snap back
Riggerous

off this black author, smack talker
This dope faded more people than a black barber
All you know is the beat professional jack-offers
I'm never known

wife
I'm a lover
Not a fighter
I don't smoke
I need no lighter
I'm a rapper
Not a author
But you could still say
I'm a writer
Since I have no ghost

need to scoot up
Half man and half computer
Red Strype been My only jeweler 
Built like a droid but an Iphone user
The level we be on we over you peons

Montana throw
Brain is like computer overloads
Ideas on roads of ways to get this dough
Don't tell me that I'm great because I know
Even when I'm big I

but I still had my student ID
So I would use it anytime to use computers by me
I'm in the lab now, I pass a couple people
I caught em looking at me

for computers came out an engineer
Aspirations of a baller I just let em disappear
Then I thought about it, I'm gone need a little gear
Delicate with

the fire up on the shelf

Please stay away from the top
Unless you ain't afraid of the drop
Roll with them shooters that carry computers and it's gon' go

the freinds who use ya 
Sometimes u gotta look at life 
N get off yo computer 
Sometimes I try to picture life 
If ain’t have a tutor 

N I b trapped up in my

Bitch
Eye got computer for cell
Eye call her Viki
You call her Siri
Fuck what you call it
Lil bitch Eye don’t hear it
Kill All Goat
Leave Em Bloody
That’s

Ion need a tutor
Program like computer
Got them hands like a bruiser
Use em
Now they acting like some shooters, lose em
Mama said don't confuse em,

story end
Cuz I’m the author bitch
I see them niggas lurking dawg
I’m bout to pull that stick out
Ima let bitch bang
Blocka blocka the blocka blocka
They

angry
But mostly cos you won’t be when you can be

Living life on a computer be time til I’m done working
The mission is what it is
No line that I find

exude malevolence 
The death of the author, the deaths of the artists 
Everybody's dying but the cash is rolling in to stop the writer from crying 

Blue