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i like that klondike line, and yours too spoken dope shit,
only out when the..wind is dense..is when i come round, homies proud of they..fingerprints..
my..Timbaland's..is a straight..hinderance..they talk shit but when i walk in, they..limbs is stiff..
in a quick second my weapons spits venom head shit
give a spick half steppin get left in a ditch sweatin
contradictions have been in constant conflicts of interest, competition got split with my tom tom n they thin vest
i got 2 groups to fuck like its insest//
in thier own intreast in bed dildos twirl i must invest//
my cold blood beatin in my hot chest, you couldn't clean my style if you wrote my rhymes underwater with a bar of Zest. Like muscles my words flex, weak mcs get me vexed, I cut heads off just to see who's next.
I'm makin ya life about nothing but papers n dice, im cold when i write, like them glacier's of ice, my knife turn opponets inta vapors tonight
Got pride for my tribe so can bitches feel my vibe.
bribe the live mafia to poison ya pasta
hide the brides lobster crews annoyin my top. UH!!
I got ya girl spread wide open like eagle wingspan/ I'm going to slide my sausage deep making her scream I'm the man with her nails stabbin my back
walk out the smoke clapping my gat
who u acting im attacking the flats
and QUEENZ..hand teamz advantage lead then damage spleez..no-wea to land ya feet..!Quote:
Originally Posted by 100pr00f
causing my defeat is an impossible feat/
im from the streets all offensive attemps are obsolete/
think you top dog, yall just bitches/
when i spit i cause apocolypse
leaving time without stitches
fucc u doin nigga?...... thiz a ONE LINE CYPHA!!Quote:
Originally Posted by andrem
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Str8 Yappin..Ya BARZ iz FAKE / LACKIN!!..Waste / TRASH KID!..get ya Brainz BASHED IN!!.:z
150 an hr and ur not fast-in//
im crashing into the wall smashing//
Call bastidz to stage..maul rappin then raize roofz like blaze do!..change youth wit lyrical brain boost!!. :YQuote:
Originally Posted by 100pr00f