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Originally Posted by SpOk3N
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WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAQuote:
Originally Posted by SpOk3N
And I'm , the type to just say it. Vern , yous a hoe ass pussy that dont know it even when I display it. In Rhyme form. Leave these pussies all beat up. Tattered and torn. take cover , take shelter. When my brain storms. All are warned. I'd advise move to the side. You wanna shoot back then stand in line. I serve it up constantly time after time.
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Originally Posted by SpOk3N
LMMFAO word spoken thats wats up!!
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Originally Posted by Infinity tha God
Mind Suicide, if you wanna Collide with My Partners. IN. RHYME.
Cartridge in Nine.. makes sure ya'll Departed from Time..
Usual suspects stand in line, I get mine, make time to watch me incline above the skyline, I'm Mos Def when I Busta Rhyme wit Common Sense, I flow like a beast, when the Black Moon and Sunz of Man Clipse
That was ill as fuck Marc-one but can you believe this shit?
Poster above claimin to be Dangerous took my lines as an indirect diss.
Guess what? Go ahead and get pissed because it is what it is and what it is , is you're tits
Just
Like them cats say in tha UK
go ahead and try to merc me from below, punk ,and make my day.
make ya day? like fat joe and lil wayne..i make it rain!
no need to display Hate, ur the one that assumed the mistake..
while I'm making hits to which bitches shaking hips,
voices whiny like a snitch, their pitches breaking discs,
my dick forever dripping shit on ya bitches aching lips,
I rip tracks so hard they need stitches, taking risks...
give two shits about the weak ass crew that you with
Five bucks says I'll spit some hot shit then next you'd be on my tip
You's a fool, get knocked back for eternity
any fuckin clique dont mean skip to me.
Got a long list of names though just incase you queens
wanna flip the script.
All my real life observers know what the hell I mean
shit
Got the black leather boots, built for stompin
Calused up knuckles that was built for rompin
Chompin on crews like a swim w/ paranhas
MC sweatin like they thrown in a sauna
Flip small game like a chef from Benihanna's
Who Wanna!?!.....test, it really ain't nothin
Shatter your teeth so you can get ya gums to bumpin
Thumpin the wackness with the kicks to the curb
Taste the concrete, just peep and observe
You worked the last nerve for ever talkin that shit
Words is razor sharpnel, you gettin w/ cut when I spit
Slashin the arteries w/ a warm watter dip
Know my footprints from where ever the bloodpool drips
one liners gettin longer , but supply on saliva gettin shorter
cypher left to ponder , how long recyclin gon' make u pass on orders
so late i dont want to mess up my ..its fucken late... chronic.. why bother with a bowl.. an apple.. why not roll a joint... f that .. like a big booty in texas.. too big.. too small... out of the refrigerator.. fresh.. fresh scent.. dodi..like as if it is inside my pocket... a joint to the side... 1,ooo milligrams... left... maybe more.. .. but strong.. a new connect an old friend.. medical.. medical.. a baby's bottle.. medical.. medical.. marijuana...
batalla los angeles....los angeles...navidad/// locura... me la pelan... me la pelan...mujeres.. bitches... girls... bitches...
girls... i love girls......!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!
girls..........
im outz /// im done...
" gay"....... i'll see guys later........
ya namez unreadable..lame..defeatable..u spit 2 when itz a 1 speakable..Quote:
Originally Posted by rsymyn
Team is Elite ya Know.. so don't Beef or get Freezer Cold
(freezer burn)? hehe fuck it
Im set to Pop.. cuz acher rep da vest n' da glock.. Connect the dots...them shots'll make a Mess a da Spot
Pee on her Sweater... bitch, whateva... Slap her up wit straps of Leather.. then my Ox'll be-head her.. off wit her cheddarQuote:
Originally Posted by SpOk3N
I've burned in da depts of hell and when I came back MC'S spits evaporate like butter in Arizona on a metal bell
No other M.C. sword can penetrate da armored shell that is my mind can't ever fluster me,
You can call me a gravedigga by strikin your brain at a 90 degree angle I let it be free,
Just look at my rhymes, you gotta scratch beneath da surface don't be blind,
It will take da ignorant long like da idiots try and decipher da davinci code,
Its gonna take more than water to make my rocks erode
Not Her ... Her .. That Mami... Damn Im Sorry... Is She Dark... Is... Sorry That Body Type... Too Much... Too Much 4 Me.. I Have To Take Her Take Her For You ,... From You... Its Like Me In .. 2004... In Two Thousand Five... I I Was Too Young... Right Now A Jolly Rancher .. Stuck Not In My Gums... In Between My Tooth.. In Between My Teeth... On It.. A Green One.. . A Donut... I Haven't Not I Haven't Drank.. I Havent Had A Drink Of Protein.. Something Like .. The Way.. A Girl My Girl.. Would Show.. Me Her .. ... Moving Her Underwear To The Side... Giving Me A Look.. Im The Camera... Talking About The Same Things... To Survive.. Survive... A Striped... Phat Farm Shirt Polo.. Thrown On The Couch...
like cats that crouch to pounce on a mouse, the eight-legged devil resides in my mouth, I spit venom in your pupils, multi-colored visuals white-out, the heavyweight pugilist champions diversity, as clock hands and nine planets rotate 360
to reduce serious injury, always study what it takes to be an emcee, careful microphone techniques slowly like Tai-Chi
By channelin chakra through da arms an into da sword I strike once and end all shapes and forms of war,
The metaphors practice yoga kundalini, I'm thinkin outside of the box just like whodini
Makin da heavy weight trash talkerz disappear cuz they just talk and don't know any thing of how to handle da God given sword so they always live in fear
Never near the divine state of mind, far from Salomen's mine, confused munching on pork rinds
in a state of new york mind, pop my eye towards the wine bottle and left the cork blind.
Peeled orange rinds, getting to the meat and the juice, weed is evergreen like a spruce
Clearin da smoke that was put there by da system to make you ignorant and dumb I am da one who struck once and took you out of your common slum
The plant olders than the system that fenced 'em, vegetarian Rastafari praised it for its wisdom, Not from the Common slum w/ the brains numb, just a wild lifestyle bangin on drums
A wise man once said "da dumb are mostly intrigued by da drum" thats why I ripped da leather that makes da beat and spit raw just like my street
You can't blow into a box and pretend that the wind belongs just to you, Just cuz its not the same path don't make it any less true
All paths da same they all lead to death some paths are addictive like meth, So it don't matter which way you go at the end it will be da same show
Wrong, The end is only the beginning when I'm stretched out like the 7th inning, Might be near the end in your line of reason but one game don't make a whole season
One play in da first quarter can determine da outcome of da game, Like when you pass up a moment that could of gave you fame
How bout you reread the line, the mind's like wine, its get better with time, Tryin to front young'em, but you ain't standin next to mine
No frontin here nothin but straight truf only 16 and I got knowledge and da proof that 99.9% of society is blind, deaf or dumb I ain't sayin your mind is left numb, its been 3 years from when I left my common slum, Now a gravedigga I ain't spreadin knowledge with da trigga