Secret Weapon's Rap Book

[Secret Weapon]

"World Of Fantasy"

You was on fire, not running no fever/
With a trophy, call me your golden retriever/

Another cater to you? He's no waiter man/
That buster on my arm, now I'm MegaMan/

Yo swag, don't compare to me, it's flammable like kerosene/
I'm in a world by myself like Final Fantasy/

What kind of man is he to say don't spare a hater/
A star player in the game, I'm a difference maker/

You high where they can't see? I'm past gone/
In the heavens, not where they got wings tagged on/

Spitting this make it seem like a sad song/
But I want to cherish this like a prom's last song/

Because your gone, far from my memory/
A forest of rose thorns, do I dare to reach?/

Shit you showed me, even college couldn't teach/
You washed a white load and made me brighter using bleach/

I wrote this for my first love. I got real vivid with this. I don't usually write songs for girls NOW but if I do, I get tight. Sorry that I broke up everything between lines . I had to make it more elaborate for yall.

Hope yall enjoyed this. I'll try to post more this weekend (now that I can certify that I'm TRULY busy ). Have a nice sleep/morning, whatever. I'm hitting the hay. Two fingers .

[Secret Weapon]

"Pop Bottles"

Verse 1: At the spot posted, yeah you know we drunk/
Girls just surrounding, so I pop the trunk/

Vision so blurry, I thought the proof was kilo/
Yo girl touching so she roll me like burritos/

Knowing me, I'm trying to hit() the girl/
But I'm so swung like a tilt-a-whirl/

Don't know about you but I will not stop/
I feel so dizzy, I'm spinning like a top/

Verse 2: Say we smoking how we got L/
So hung over, I'm like a hangnail/

We got O's like a drug lord on bail/
Look behind my trail, I'm as slow as a snail/

I'm thrown like a muh****a, yeah like a muh****a/
Liquor like penut butter and jelly, call me smuckers/

Bread and a heater, I'd make great toast/
Lift yo spirit to the stars, I call you space ghost/

Mix a drink, shit lemme have a try at this/
A couple swigs, now I need a psychiatrist/

I don't care, I want more/
To the fact where I'm smothered like a smore/

Yeah, I just wrote this over the actual song's instrumental. I was playing with this (like clowning) and just trying to set an atmosphere for me + my boys. This song is one of my fav.'s I wrote. Just hope yall enjoy ( that's whats important ).

MIGHT come on here tomorrow and post some more IF and I do mean IF I have spare time. Anyway, I have plenty to post so there's more where these come 4rm. Thanks for viewing!!!

[Unknown Entity]

You know, they ain't bad - pretty darn good! Keep them up!

I prefer the first one though...

[Secret Weapon]

Thanks sis. I really appreciate that. I poured my heart out on that song and those words are the stains.

Now I have something that I know yall all would like.

"Catch Me"

Verse: My crew grinding, hustling to be rich/
Call our money pringles, how we stack these chips/

I'm from the East but wear so much blue, say I'm a crip/
The boys (cops) see our glory so he try to make us his bitch/

Watch us undercover like we don't conduct business/
It's hard to book a defendent with no eye witness/

It's slow to have a radar and not know his position/
So they on that Richard Nixon, tap and try to listen/

I don't pay atttention, we sell like a single/
Never trust the law cause some are crooked like flamingoes/

Patrolling like they'll get my hotspot/
I'll just pitch the rock and skip on em like it's hopscotch/

A pusher on the strip scheming, acting like he fessing/
My hit would put the steel to his chest like benchpressing/

Not matter if it's a chase, dog I will dip/
Cops catching me is close as the rabbit getting Trix/

With that said, hope that entertained you & Two fingers .

[Unknown Entity]

Haha! That ones pretty good too! Entertained me lol!

Keep them up! Especially ones like the first one...

[Secret Weapon]

I hope to not disappoint yall but I don't have that many girl songs since when them (plus some of my other IMPORTANT ones) got stolen. I had a lot till that occurance so S-R-E . BUT, I have many others that will keep you equally enjoyed until a certain instrumental comes out and I can write to it.

Anywho, heres another one.

"Speeding On Life"

Hook [x2]: Our flow like the stars at night/
An eagle on a river how keen our sight/
Death ain't near me, but I see that light/
I hope we not pulled over for speeding on life/

Verse: I thought my actions would outcome better/
But the hope I see is Cassidy's, can't get no better/

My hunger like a rat's, I just want cheddar(Silver ) /
Get in my way, this a play, I'll be the drama setter/

I done lost too much so what is remorse?
My mind is Star Trek, I can set my own course/

Say what you want, I hold what's dear to me/
I can't murder my past so the future killed lyrically/

Now i just look at it from a glass pane/
Bricks in the trunk is I move life in the fast lane/

So most of yall stunners need to stop fronting/
Above all, I got a daughter to support young'n/

If drugs are magic, I'm the spellcaster/
Selling it, I hop on it like a stairmaster/

In this case, water is thicker then blood/
It's like Noah's Ark because I predict a flood/

Verse 2:Money is my drive like I own a market/
I fit between that spot so I parallel park it/

****ing with my dough, boy you don't want to start it/
Aim the fifth, all you see is red like Target/

I hope God forgives me for my corruptions/
Yall do like Clue and stick to your assumptions/

If I move work, yall know I'm bending em/
So my money come back and forth like a pendelum/

That's either way cause the boy love to hustle/
Test me, like a deck of cards, yall would shuffle/

Try and play the hand that you was dealt/
I get goons to eat your face and turn yo skin to a pelt/

I know what I'm doing so face facts/
No experiment, yall are just lab rats/

A lost puzzle piece, I'm what yall are missing/
Glocks, Lugers, Calibers that's your detention/

Yeah. I like this one even tho I felt I didn't come as strong like I did on the others. I was talking about my daughter and what my thoughts was focusing on after me and my baby's mother broke. Hope I got your attention and it amused you. Oh yeah, shout out to my bud Silver! Thanks guys, out.

[Secret Weapon]

I KNOW that yall are going to dig this, ya dig ?

"Lighting That"

Hook[x2]: I got the sack/
Yeah now I'm rolling that/
Craftsman the paper, so the weed stay tight and fat/
Hand that flame, I'll ignite when I'm lighting that/

Verse: Being this high kind of makes me feel lonely/
It's not Friday, but how I chief, call me Smokey/

Hit up my dealer cause I'm looking for some doude/
I wanna feel that edge like Wiley Coyote/

Yall dudes with Tweety, I'm with Big Bird/
Being like a gardener, I'm looking for some herb/

I'll go overseas if none is not found/
Do it like Jared, I'll take it by the pound/

Never stingy when I roll, I bet your's teeny/
Can't complain with mine, they bite size zuccinis/

Why quit Mary Jane puts up a persuasion/
My sight so dim, it feel like I'm asian/

To the point where I can't see who I'm facing/
I'm a heart on fire, I leave these beats blazing/

Yall don't chief, so instead of blunts, smoke the steel/
How we go through trees, it's like a lumber mill/

This is supposed to be one of the hype songs that me and my boy Harlem is going into the studio with. Now if only I can get in contact wit em . Anywho, enjoy yalls high, smoke another blunt & go get a pack of Newports (You'll need em !!!)

[Secret Weapon]

Here's another yall.

"Sound Off"

[Hook x2]: Yo flow hot? Dog it sound bought/
Ours chilly, try to **** around, you might cough/
Guns like Katrina, they'll knock yo town off/
Salute us as a general, on the field, we sound off/

Verse: I'm a general, I put yall at ease/
Cause money on yo head like Packer fans that wear cheese/

I'm a skinny dude still you wonder whats stopping ya/
Big drums like tommy guns from the mafia/

After gunplay, you bodied in a alley/
Cops found you, said you laid in ruin like a valley/

It was too much math, so you brung a talley/
At the end, all you saw was My Dear Aunt Sally/

I'd do something worse, as a matter of fact/
I'll put chrome to yo spine, now you a silverback/

Take a trip home & brush up on yo manner/
Or I'll shock you when I clap, call that Thor's Hammer/

Get you handicapped, that's wheelchair slower/
Have steel crush you like I used a bulldozer/

Blast at yo thoughts since you got a thinking cap/
Yo neck is the lean & rock dance, it'll snap/

[Secret Weapon]

For the hell of it.

" Not Me"

Hook [x2]: Who you ****ing wit?
Who yall think you ****ing wit?

No, not me/ Naw dog, not me/

Verse: I can't explain, I'm with my own state of mind/
No cost for it, I cross over like state lines/

Unlike you, my swag is so true/
You have to pay for change like a ****ing tollbooth/

I'm calm & collected, yall have to deal with drama/
Until I clean yall up, call the scene a soap opera/

Doctors fixed you up but it isn't hard to tell/
You can't measure being human, yo repairs automail/

It's silly how you B***es think that you can get with me/
Say I'm the military cause the boy got infantry/

I'm tryna tell you dudes stop and just quit/
Cause my rhymes knocking yall around like a mosh pit/

For trying to put some cheese on me like a cracker/
I'd shoot and send you boys to the heavens like NASA/

In the streets with the sacks, I'm a linebacker/
And stay losing weight, I ain't even on stackers/

Verse 2: If you moving bricks, robbery yo appearance/
Pick the drop off, that's what I call interference/

Hand it easy, unless you'll die for honor/
I got more straps on me then a suicide bomber/

You stashed the work? Well we'll get it when we torture ya/
Shoot at me, I'll play a song for ya, I'm an orchestra/

Bringing heat and goons, thats coo but sadly/
We came up with more toys then Milton Bradly/

It's like a game of sorry, but you stop not go back/
Not on some T.I when I let yo top back/

Think this a game show, well yo answears put to rest/
**** it, I'll get high so I see Mt. Everest/

Yall artist cattle, being set up for slaughter/
my flow blessed to the point I can walk on water/

I'm gangsta dog, getting to this guop and ****/
Stay smoking & chop trees like George Washington/ Ad lib: I'm not lying

[Secret Weapon]

"Choppers Remix"

Hook [x2]: It's no DJ when I say the K slay/
It's why pilots in the sky say mayday/
With this clip, be a porn star, you stay laid/
Why? I shot two letters, homey AK/

We tote choppers, We toting choppers/
We tote choppers, ***** We toting choppers/

Verse: You had yo life going till you had to mention me/
Play us like a band, we'll write you a symphony/

Shaking on the ground like he was fixing circuits/
And we left him sweaty like the boy was getting nervous/

Shut down the block, there's been a homocide/
Bystanders took a hit, a mulitiple homocide/

It's Larceny (my rap name) so yall better be aware/
Or I'll seal you in plastic like some tubberware/

Blow me away? Dude, you got a fan gat/
With that K there's two straps, say I'm wearing spandex/

But that mans fresh, smoking so I'm lazy *****/
On that Barry Bonds, so it's a heavy hitter/

Blow my high? Well my other arm will attack ya/
Run but I cover ground like a farm tractor/

The chopper sliced you good, say I used a blender/
These ****** just mimes so they only pretenders/

Got Mary and the K, not talking Olsen twins/
This is poker yall better off folding in/

Think my aim with the K ain't polished?/
You in a box like Snake off of Metal Gear Solid/

****** talking **** but really I don't give a ****/
I just tell em like Young Buck, I'ma get buck/

I'm set staying paid, made getting to a buck/
Try me, I'm Bonecrusher dog, I'll hit the trunk/

Like a hitman, I keep the rifle steady/
I'll overkill yall like South Park's Kenny/

A teenage pregnancy, yall ain't ready/
That banana clip would make yall spread like confetti/

Don't make me pull chopper, just throw me the green/
Or my finger on the trigger like sowing machine/

Then yall would get laid on the floor/
Styles P, yall just some ghosts that sat by the door/