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Give e'm a thesis piece this together, assorted figures
weaponized rhymes been used to exercise things in my life/
struck back like pennies being pressed up for circulation
hated defacing wasted elastic plastering sarcastic scaring be how we be baring/
friend-ed ended lenses been there shoulder leaning word leaking
mixed in a bag of chips, now i'm digging for a way out this bitch/
sprung from the fountains and rivers lay getting played by heads
I thought that was my peoples thinking we'd grew and we we're equals/
guess niggaz live in sequels, never getting those prequels corrected
so when I got to sketch picturing me pitching major heat in the 9th
thinking about decisions I made, no regreting standing by wall you lean on/
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the flow trouble your whole text submitted to the rubble
reverse my verse clips injected to ya dome brain cells in blood puddles
my team huddles intercepting verses thrown the drama doubles
bang on street cats in cheap chaps for all stacks
kill your pits like micheal vick with pencil tips ya'll fake in fact
bake in fat while i'm making stacks from twenty sacks
off that cali piff pupils dilated with my eyes on tracks stored on dat
hail me one of the worst bombing the earth king of my turf
fiend of a beat that'll break the curse give em the gifts first
so many differences drifting with this theory of twists
fuck what's on your wrists rob em all like a bi-polar crip
warring like bloods here's a flag for your wounds after i bust
slugs hit em while they showering up devoured and crushed
you either bring war or flourish with us or your an angel on dust
my focus is sharp beat em with harps i'm a locust at heart
bury em in unknown parts they shouldn't have stepped from the start
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im nice
i rock ice
i sacrifice my life for the mic
i shot dice at nite under stret lites
im white, im right, average hieght
my dick has lice, my asshole is tight
bitches are trife, i got a big nose like a kike
fuck your benz id rather pedal my bike
word up respect that hoe
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the last to surpass your form pass the norm the passive scorned
cracking faces with glasses on from slashes ya wack asses torn
open may he rest where the best sparked where the art was born
seeing civilization giving appreciation for my creations
the constant elevation due to alienation
from anger within i grin with my pen assanations from sword penetration
just chill re-build your foundation were warring with satan
clouds grey the reign awaiting anticipation
tangle with snakes another process of elimination
no ceilings just a torn roof calling on the youth
to extradite the negativity the sparring left em aloof
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yoyoyoyoyoyo yo son i be that........whats that? mad respect like 1 billion stacked.........i spit portholes & live in facts, niggas ask "wha-wha what you holdin?" WEIGHT THAT WOULD CAVE YOUR BACK! oh sht flashback....i dum out like pitch black(with spit flyin')
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45th inf blow arder than tyssss
break your water dwn like ice
fourty-four tears in my eyes before i touch the place
and you wana hold me on sum resisting arrest case
look mate
brown duck tape
chaps flashing like your chicks heart rate
nah mate dnt be bait
divine route 44 fuck sake
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only one crown is given to the true and living plush porches driven
when the product sold fiends were remorsefully beaten for diving and dipping
Then the kid then didn't care to listen he knew the answer for greed's addiction
Maybe be it was gangster fiction casuse nobody wanted friction
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you can second gig me
don't have a second to waste/
i'm sectioning by 9 divisible by what cha don't want
i taketh it away speaking off topics, dropping it hot as the devil signing ya soul over/
now you just soft as a nuget inbetween the carmel
quick cha gossip we rise above it hold cha possibilities up
like they been held hostage by what cha watching/
so if you beefing i'm theifing out cha girlie
thinking how we whirlwinding now we nook and kinning/
spit cha winning now you lost as a that series by JJ Abrams
now we in labor watch cha her have her baby well maybe/
never save me i can go from techwon to the sheep back to a sleep
now i am a sleep on the beat don't give a frick leave you in limbo/
get kimbo sliced up like lunch meat and pies
so i guess you can call that squaring off/
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drop it hard before your sprayed or scarred your days are gone
hollow-heart spades and bombs boombastic murder spawn
drawn statistics lab ballistics devestate your district
kings cut high flying verbals self-destruct
crush critics adrenaline rush with it never dust lifted
existed before anything know i'm heavy see the crimsom rings
bring them stings save the swings hard-headed murder kings
we fly the fatal lift every voice before the drama
were seen above fly the slugs as they flee the clubs
study hard gutter raw sweat dripping like blood
big scapes and scrapes as emcee's are bodied in tubs
water on lights off all ya'll heard was a slight cough
slip through the dusk you haven't heard enough
head in the toilet after i shit his face i flushed
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thinkk a psycho got it this good like the god sick....
hit up upsite the head with a gerny an put iin restraints.
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In the corn-field the flow was constructed nerves ruptured
And severly damaged the goddamn cannons of fire busted
I'm standing stuck with subliminal confusion no clues of drunkness
herds of bars i come up with water strong the saga of the lochness
These fake-thugs hauled up North institutionilzed youngsters
lose their man-hood lifer food in the hood tracked down and hunted
Busters busted in the yard no teeth to chow in the hall
hit with daggers they fall lungs Pierced like Paul
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wtf
blah blah blah
wild exicement like its monday nite raw
not the 2010 one
which i condone
The true fire was in the attiude era
member lex luger would look in the mirror.
undertaker would cause terror.
oh wait that wasnt part of attiude.
shane douglas and johnyy ace formed the dudes with attiudes
that team not known to wwf fans
only to the NWA
now let me tell u about the NWA
i am not talking about niggas with attiude
it stands for national wrestlin aliance
the 4 horsemen had the finance
ric flair struted he didnt dance
the matches were quite awesome back in its glory days
magnum ta, nikita kolof, sting and barry windham are the greatest in the nwa.
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As swordz rust 95 emcee's floored from the rush broke-out police cuffs
Your non-sense lyrics lack substance uncomparable to us
which is me, myself, and eye add on the third mind is marvelous
Verbals volcanic when they errupt the frantic panic
best belive the lyricism over your head like the satellite watching the planet
Your access denied never granted purple haze leaves my eyes slanted
Is he candid? your basement flow i can it money i ran it
No grazing my plains if your back isn't branded my logo landed
When the delivery earthquakes the land you and your fam famished
Done diminished finished so scramble before the scrimmage
Image is nothing to me still my hunger expanded
spank em like the saints no title is taken for granted
Hand hits your down for one fall reserve your flaws
referee counted you out go play the wall
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the feds had no idea this was a battle rap.
sean conery gotts lead an inevitable trap
flushing from the toliet to sewer is simply crap
some nonsense lyrics, forces thee to nap.
1 cap 2 cap 3 cap. one
all ready fell like I just won.
when in fact the battle just begun
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word up jamez^O^
Backin up the snakez wit megaman weightz....
all up in the the new hood slang a qp in a day nuttin but weighed eightz...
Datz real^sicka got everyone baked on icefire like ice cream cakez...
Party like its the 1st of the year steal your date bone her in the face...
Word up aint no one one hittin hard as me...
ain no one flow as many wallabeez as thee...
no one can compare aidz family slangin history...
Word to the bone dent in ya head timin chain your whole operating team...
And take dat cash... Be back in a flashhhh with the rawest freestyle ya eva see...
Been platinum on dis thread since day one wit my poetry...
Sound so illl neva caused an ear misery...
What happened to wu tang corp tho... Good ol dayz come back ben and moderate general chat for me...
I know u readin kid
Word up an im out...
