Secret Weapon's Rap Book

[Secret Weapon]

Yall already know.

"Out The Storm"

Verse: So slick, but I can electrocute like an eel/
Then make you like wet p****, get you an open feel/

You crazy thinking that you rate as a heavyweight/
This chopper (AK47) float you to the air, now you a featherweight/

I should be Afro Man the way I'm close to the colt/
Sharks circle this fort, advice step from the moat/

No copyrights, still yall couldn't quote/
Our lines clap from the sky, from there, call them a thunderbolt/

Apply heat to yo spout, you'll steam like a kettle/
We rock-n-rollers so we sound with heavy metal/

Be unaware, we'll use that as a weapon/
Putting more metal in yo mouth then Jaws offa 007/

A rat with no cheese don't make a lotta sense/
Why you can't get it? Your lactose intolerant/

How I'm coming (rapping), yall should call me vile/
An I'll spit acid in yo face to finish yall off like Reptile/

So with this rap $hit, my focus is hard to break /
Cuz I concentrate, like monks that meditate/

I'm a word bank if you looking for a source/
Know I am the Olympics, I will ignite that torch/

Then be Young Skywalker, cause I have the force/
My bills the support of life, call them the stork/

Tryna look into my heart is wearing aviators/
The lyrics? Not to worry, they rise up like elevators/

Speaking like they'll be back, name them the Terminator/
Driving pass yo corpse is how I mean see ya later/

I'm the artist you can't claim another greater/
I'll peel off and scale like gators/

Talk like you balling, budgets ain't care free/
Buying candy at the mall is only how you get a shopping spree/

My $hit bring pain, so I twirl it, torrent/
Just ghost left at the disaster, people saw it horrid/

Nastiness .....

[Secret Weapon]

"On My Grizzy"

[Hook x2]: B**** stop calling, can't you see I'm busy?/
Got the flow and hustle, now I'm on my grizzy/
I wanna see digits where my sight dizzy/
The point where you can't stand the rain like missy/

Verse: I'm a business man, with measures, I'm acute/
Cuz I do like computers, not calculate I compute/

I don't know how you send n***** just to shoot/
You'll be the reason why fishermen cast a rod and find a boot/

The last thing I'd do is let cops capture me/
Dealt like a hospital, n**** we the faculty/

Going after this paper, I find it where it be/
And I just discovered it, That's what I call hide-n-seek/

Fiends would come to me if I start selling white/
Admiring it's beauty, they display it as an aphrodite/

Put points on yo graph, my whole click goin grab/
15 on my back (Jason Kidd), dimes is all I pass/

Framed at it's edges, art pictographs/
They functions, Pre-Calculus, I show you math/

I'm an editor, all I have is hard facts/
So I elevate and crank up like car jacks/

[Secret Weapon]

I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this. Check this out.

"The Hold Up"

[Hook x2]: What yall doing, p***y n****s hold up/
Hit the deck, I don't wanna see a nose up/
Stay on the ground, if you scared better fold up/
Crack the safe b****, this a muhf***ing Hold Up/

Verse:Yall know the drill, open what you stowing/
Try me and you get killed trying to be heroic/

Follow our directions and we'll be some kind fellas/
Or we'll store you for your value like a wine cellar/

We on a time limit, b**** you pushing my patience/
Comply or you bombs at a gasoline station/

Faster, I don't want cops outside waiting/
I'm Speedy Gonzalez if it come to car chasing/

Them streets notebook paper, I'd leave it torn/
The boys can't tell, my trail a sandstorm/

I don't have to worry, a plan my n****s carry/
Plot a spot out and branch it like a library/

Our only concern, is dipping from the coppers/
Quick enough to where they can't send helicopters/

We gotta blast off on em' like rockets/
Or the Apocalypse on Earth , the scene is chaotostrophic/

[Secret Weapon]

Check this out yall,

"Who Is You"

Verse: N****s aim much talk, but they flow is unmentioned/
Close to a spoiled child just wanting the attention/

No apple bobbing, have a barrel to yo mouth/
Mid point yall doubl-edged so there is no doubt/

I air you out, so you stiff like a sculpture/
My goons hungry, circling over you like a vulture/

Hit yo girl with a bone like the blade on yo shoulder/
Leaving holes in each section like a three ply-folder/

Learn this from Sub-Zero, there is not another colder/
Yall rock is pebble rubble, mine the size of a boulder/

High like the stars, view my field of astronomy/
Deal them angles well, never studied no geometry/

At the peak of my mountain, I see no one topping me/
My flow a gaze at the sun, bearing is too hot to see/

Hop scotching bear traps, advice better strap yo feet/
Or I'm a deli cept, you don't have to wrapped to eat/

[Secret Weapon]

This one is...... I don't know. Yall let me know!

"In Too Deep"

[Hook x2]: What we doing? Grinding on the street/
Like ballroom dancers, we stay on our feet/
What's our purpose, n***a we gotta eat/
And it's like a pitfall cuz in we in too deep/

Verse: I got heat down to glocks up to choppers/
Keep the avenue pumping, ducking them coppers/

I'm like the combination of a locker/
N***as hate because I'm hard to break like gobbstoppers/

Pick the speed up,yall slower than molasses/
Pitching on my block like rockets, I'm blasting/

I get deals like I signed to a label/
Supplying bosses what they need,call my crew Staples/

Slowing my hustle, n***a you lying/
Yo car can get pulled over like you drunk driving/

Just in case you think yall can shoot and dash/
I lead to assist my n***a like Steve Nash/

My flow is a flood, yours is a leak/
Run in my shop, you get butchered like some meat/

Playing with my bread, boy now you got beef/
A no show? Freddy Kruger, I'll get you in yo sleep/

[Secret Weapon]

This is the longest one that I have to date. I probably won't be posting in here until I get everything rewrote asnd cook up a couple more track ingredients but here I go!

"One Way Slumber"

Verse: Won't have to use yall name, so keep disses to a minimal/
Like telekinetics, feel this message as subliminial/

I try to speak about flashing cuz n****s is flopping/
So if yall food critics, look into my Baskin Robins/

Variety of flavors so b*****s urge for a taste/
Yall serve that artificial, casting real but you fake/

Hit a nerve between yo brain so thoughts start clogging/
An I when I start, I go for the distance but it's not even jogging/

Compare me to bingo and the Reaper cuz I always got yo number/
Got yall like a mammal hibernating, put through extended slumber/

There's not a real point writerblocking you dudes stuck/
My bars is Shang Shueng, they'll lift yo soul up/

Fronting like you gpt connects but we the #1 supplier/
Contained with heat, yall roll & tumble like clothes in a dryer/

Dudes urgent for the help, this s*** don't make sense/
My 40 a plastic surgeon, it operates facelifts/

Why you joking, I know yall want me on yo playlist/
Yo tracks a mute child, to me they don't say s***/

Shout out to my people for making me make this/
I'm in a drama play so I got two faces/

Must be speaking out of thought, you have me mistakened/
This beef a balloon, don't blow more then what you can take in/

You'll be behind the line except there's no waiting/
You shot is a coin toss, which side are you facing?/

I got yall on the ropes, so yo hole is just that bigger/
It's how you get around, I recline steps for you n***a/

My respect ain't shown, hire yall a gravedigger/
F*** if you hide, Ispot you like an auction's highest bidder/

Yall stumble in this movement, truthfully being honest/
Leave yo body for the wake, yo family knew I was modest/

Showcasing like someone will take the intrest?/
All you do is wonder plans like your making a wild guess/

It's like a woman in labor , there's too much pain to stress/
To the point it's emphysema, hard to catch a breath/

Call me a hippie, I always stay with the peace/
But if I'm forced, I'll be an airlift and release/

He want to be tested, call me teacher, lemme quiz em'/
My waist a James Bond vehicle, it has a self-defense system/

My life was like a burrow, it was hard to climb hung/
Now I have grip on the vine so like Tarzan, I'm swung/

No matter what's on my tray, I need food to run/
So jalepenoes ain't enough, I need to digest the Sun/

Setting foot on battlegrounds, carry more then just a gun/
Or be a soldier & be buried where you originated from/

In that position, you'll feel as if yo child got kidnapped/
And think you have AIDS cuz you couldn't prevent that/

If yo boy on bond, I'll make you the bailer/
Leave you stranded out at sea, now you old man sailor/

Get you ready for yo wake, just say I'm the tailor/
Do you like a package stamp, post, ship, I'm the mailer/

My lines a gasoline station, serves yall that premium/
With spirits out of this world, might need you a medium/

It's a must my actions by far from your doing/
Or you'll be a blind man, not knowing where you moving/

The game got more contest then ballin at the Rucker/
I'm on a long road ahead, so my purpose like a trucker/

Against me, reap to you is the life of a fly/
Being a brat to a mother, what I say won't abide/

You p*****s on my suface like a high and low tide/
An placed like the atmosphere, you underneath from the sky/

Claustrphobic in yo space, just face and except the dark/
Resist this nine turn you 180 like an ark/

I'm on the strip like bark but watch for the edges/
I got my chips straight, yall's not they ridges/

Just like a target, you get aimed at the center/
Cuz you go south like birds migrating in the winter/

I get deep in yo skin to pick at like a splinter/
Wit a feeling brought from the other day like you skipped dinner/

So I got more then a cause to bring yall outside the Earth/
By making you see the light, it's not recalled like yo birth/

Just to throw yall a party but you won't be awake/
Cuz you'll be the quest of honor wit yo family over yo face/

Mean yeah... but that's how I like it ! When I start getting on this new stuff, I will be putting more song variety in addition to the ones here. So when I get all that together, yall would think I'm something. Unhumane if you will. Especially since I'm getting that Something You Forgot beat by Lil Wayne. Anyway, Eastside all day and two fingers

[Dragoon General]

bro, that flow "lightiing that" is f***kin clownin.i just read that another one ("Pop my S***") about some baby gangster thats some good sh*t to. good wordplay and i like your transitions(sp?) keep doin what your doin. peace it bro

[Secret Weapon]

This is a joint that I wrote for my girlfriend. I'm going over that Ashanti's "Baby,Baby,Baby". I told her that I wasn't going to post this until next Friday when I come over but I just wanted yall to give me your opinions. I'm trying to not to cuss on a lot of my songs now so tell me what yall think and SSSSHHHH!!! Don't tell her...

Verse: One thing I'll say, you're part of my world/
Call me yo oyster (why?), you are my pearl/
When we first talked, I couldn't see yo angle/
Amanda Perez's prayer, God sent me an angel/
I put it on everything, you flier then an eagle/
Your sight is depth-defying like Evil Keneaval/
Give me a breather, lemme take a break/
Feel I got emphysema, it's hard to respirate/
To the point where I'm about to faint/
You give me that lift, I'm at heaven's gate/
I'm attached to you like two magnets/
Your Ms. Perfect to me and yes I will brag it/
Just to let you know, forget the obstacles/
I'm your imaginary world, baby anything is possible/
That goes for any day, I mean everyday/
Baby, I'd shine the sun on you on a rainy day/
Or kindle yo flame, just go wit my flow/
You'll do the same, but Millian it, dip it low/
Put that diamond on yo finger, yo happiness will show/
Don't smile at it's shine but how our promise will grow/

[Chorus] x2: I was going to tell em how you are my lady/
But how does me on one knee sound to you baby?/

[Hook] Why don't you marry me? (laughter) You put in the rest sweety

Verse: Now that you engaged, you tell yo friends & family/
I see you crying now, "My God, I'm getting married"/
Showing off yo ring, baby go ahead and flaunt it/
Stepping on new grounds, I'm feeling astronautic/
I'm wit my boys and they telling me different/
I heard it like a wrong turn because I missed it/
Should feel happy, instead I'm getting nervous/
This female on my lap isn't giving me encourage/
Now the day here's and I'm catching cold feet/
I'm late cause I'm pacing like a slow heart beat/
No flying, baby I'm soaring/
I'll be smashing through that lane faster then Jeff Gordan/
Cause at the end of the day, you umma break/
No games but I'll show you how to play patty cake/
That wasn't great? Then I'll put it down/
It can be a boxing match, we can go pound for pound/
Feel every inch when I stick you at a bend/
Lick you down low, you'll stutter like Joe's girlfriend/
It hurt when it pulse? Just keep me in you a while/
It's like you won't see me again when I say bear my child/

Verse: I wouldn't care whether you was silent or snoring/
As long as I see yo smiling face in the morning/
Kiss on yo neck as I feel on your warm shoulder/
That's my best part of waking up like a cup of Folgers/
Say this ain't real, that'll boil me/
Cause you my queen, daily I'll treat you as royalty/
Roll out the red carpet, you a mobile star/
My love scorch for you like the planet Mars/
Don't worry about the house, go take the day off/
Here some lee-way for the mall or yo fav. spa/
Though I got songs to write & earning me some paper/
Don't be sad in my absence, you'll get to see me later/
At times I know you'll be like I'm never home/
Jousting for the crown, baby I have to take the throne/
You'll sit beside me, Nap will be our kingdom/
These jesters? They're air, I'll never see them/
Salesmen trying to sway you is coming to a stop/
I'm planting seeds to watch us grow like a farmers' crop/
Everyday I'll have you be wit Brandy, sitting on the top/
People seeing why is like opening Pandora's Box/

I know it was like reading Moby **** but hey it's how I felt about her. I have some other NEW songs I'm working on right now but most of them aren't appropriate so I'll have to get back at yall with those !

Thanks for reading and hope that special person comes into your life (Mines did ). Take care,

Mark