Official Freestyle Thread

Lyrics i kick rip heads from shoulders off illuminati soldiers/
Ill line molder...hoes blow my head in the bed lips wrapped around my boa/
show ya the cobra clutch after i smoke a dutch, then mc's walk with the critches/
Critic crusher.. shawna luster, i disturb the peace and decease these rhyme busters/
Increase my rhyme structures that struck ya with Mack truck force/
Black gat packin' bandit holdin' down the fort, smokin' a newport/
who thought i'd extort an unrevealed source, my styles on life support/
Fuck it i'm headed to the port to write the riders report/

So many have suffered and in time endured the result of face'in me
Those rehearsed buffered lines is obscure insults basically
I assure you that i come mature leavin the secure unsure
Wild but demure, let the lines in-sure this ain't no de-tour
Away from the point, i need more sickles to cell* you into pain
Check this murder joint, blood trickles in pails from the veins
Quarter told me about the the nickles you tried to pimp out like dimes
Him and penny was fuckin with your mind,
Because they ran a train with fifty cent on pint, and so did I
Thats when gallon got into it with you cuz pint's his bitch
But gallon don't know that when we was on the table, we all piped her which
Means that "cup" probaly ain't even his "container"
Tried to tell'em pint isa hoe, and just water wouldn't entertain her
Story told, short plot, like the mc's careers i face nightly
Close peers shed tears, once the adhered are effaced slightly
Is frighting, to see sides of people you haven't, now your out the cabinet
"Shocked" quick like lightning, after winning was a habbit
Then the heros lose, and their perspective, takes a new point of view
The serums ooze, never again respected, they crew's dissapointed too

*cell=sell (sickle cell)

^^^just blew this page out

Dead President what do you mean by blew out this page ?
Explain ??

Blow this page stuck inside your mental cage
Savage wanna rage pull out my twelve guage
Amazed at how many blunts we blaze that left you in a daze
Temperatures get raised by real mc's who never get fazed
Leave you like a donut glazed
Jaw yappers we your bitch slappers have some nappers
Shoot you with our clappers
Like kentucky chickens stay finger licking while you in your nose picking
Your shit is sickening
Drops of your blood like pin-pricking
Your blood might cause a flood then dry up like mud
Eat some of our soap suds taste our buds
Lights up christmas time take shots hot like smoking pots
You can never stop our plots
Pussy rots left you like scotch on the rocks
Connect the dots on your head like the knots



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be propared, no time for the lyrical impared
got to cut out that part of me
so the best can look of the edge
and see
on the page who am ledgibly
takin the stairs to the top
filled with peril
never cower from a gun barrel
gettin shot, cant stop, wont drop
its called determination
your shits like mental masterbation, cant come wit it.
tell me just quit it.
givin up, then im finished,
goin up, skys the limit
climin a skyscraper, reachin
weakness hanging off my shoulders, leachin
never repent, got the strength, take the next step...

When we get it on, it's on-going shogun sword showin' swift movements/
Graceful to crack they skulls, with the flying hammer execution/
movin' the mental state towards outer space, body in mid-air/
this year i time travel to unravel my puzzled past here/
Rap where the darkness remains eternal, my fire flows inferno/
Spit out internal darts, sharp friction off brick walls made sparks/
Hip-hop's a great art, i add-on, wordplay major, microphone decorator/
Haters i'll deck ya later, and fatten ya upperlip, til' it's blood they spit/
Check out my gravel-pit, as i smash ya tics to microscopic size bits/

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Originally Posted by Battle 1

Blow this page stuck inside your mental cage
Savage wanna rage pull out my twelve guage
Amazed at how many blunts we blaze that left you in a daze
Temperatures get raised by real mc's who never get fazed
Leave you like a donut glazed
Jaw yappers we your bitch slappers have some nappers
Shoot you with our clappers
Like kentucky chickens stay finger licking while you in your nose picking
Your shit is sickening
Drops of your blood like pin-pricking
Your blood might cause a flood then dry up like mud
Eat some of our soap suds taste our buds
Lights up christmas time take shots hot like smoking pots
You can never stop our plots
Pussy rots left you like scotch on the rocks
Connect the dots on your head like the knots

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Plain and simple, rain sickles on the temples
It tickles, when i hear the fake shit you say you been through
U never seen a gun before, and every one who moves has murder potential
Sever n beam sons for sure, must be reverie, the clues say u just a herder of pencils
But can't write a sweet line, with a clean scheme, ur tools must be useless
Shit u talk about is weak crimes, seen that at fourteen, my duels is ruthless
Come'in at the deaceased, like please explain, its really very blatant
Summoned up the beast, bringing pain, you plain, i vary, stay in ya play pin

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Originally Posted by Dead President

Plain and simple, rain sickles on the temples
It tickles, when i hear the fake shit you say you been through
U never seen a gun before, and every one who moves has murder potential
Sever n beam sons for sure, must be reverie, the clues say u just a herder of pencils
But can't write a sweet line, with a clean scheme, ur tools must be useless
Shit u talk about is weak crimes, seen that at fourteen, my duels is ruthless
Come'in at the deaceased, like please explain, its really very blatant
Summoned up the beast, bringing pain, you plain, i vary, stay in ya play pin

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Okay but still that's no explanation as to why you said I blew this page out, on the last page. I still don't get why you dropped a verse and then posted right under it with arrows pointing upwards at that verse saying you blew that particular page out. What did you mean when you said you blew that page out is all I was asking ?

:?

^^

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Originally Posted by Dead President

Come'in at the deaceased, like please explain,

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By the way I think it is spelled deceased not deaceased. And who's "coming in at the deceased like please explain." No offense but are you saying that your already dead cause deceased means already dead. And I was just asking a question cause I didn't understand what you meaned when you said blew that page out that's all.

:?

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Originally Posted by Battle 1

Blow this page stuck inside your mental cage
Savage wanna rage pull out my twelve guage
Amazed at how many blunts we blaze that left you in a daze
Temperatures get raised by real mc's who never get fazed
Leave you like a donut glazed
Jaw yappers we your bitch slappers have some nappers
Shoot you with our clappers
Like kentucky chickens stay finger licking while you in your nose picking
Your shit is sickening
Drops of your blood like pin-pricking
Your blood might cause a flood then dry up like mud
Eat some of our soap suds taste our buds
Lights up christmas time take shots hot like smoking pots
You can never stop our plots
Pussy rots left you like scotch on the rocks
Connect the dots on your head like the knots



:satisfy:

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Oh, I get it you thought this above verse was for you maybe. No not personally really. I just used that first line cause it was a follow up to what was last said. Continuation of the previous rhyme. It wasn't really aimed at you or anyone in particular if that's what you thought.

And I just wanted to know what blew out this page meaned plain and simple no diss or nothing. Cause I still don't really know what that means exactly. Just a question really that's all. If I said for example I blew out this page and then pointed at the above verse what would that mean exactly ?? That's all I'm asking an honest question. No diss or nothing like that.

I laugh at ya manner, ya grammar skills is spotless/
cock-blocker shocked, jaw dropped cos he lost kid.
Dead Pres hot like phosherous, droppin the hot shit/
stop poppin ya gap n watch how non-stoppers lock this.
Pop, knockin the block off ya shoulders, its over/
blown out soldier soldout, shot in the rover.
Known to rock the flashy, classy brass classics/
graspin at the fabric, unable to grab shit.
Stranded, understandin the sanscripts/
standards dip, sands shift, battle-slang mans the planet.
Its old, solid gold bricks n hollow point tips/
follow it strict, its code for niggas swallowin dicc.
You never bit, so go 'hed n spit, dribble ya gris/
riddle me, no fiddles fag, thro ya scribbles on this.

dnt take sht serious, im jst fuckin wit ya :beer:

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Non-prosperous rappers reveal flaws
Like my balls claws inside their jaws
Great white shark discovery channel on pause
After the performance your bitches applause
Wack mc's oppose with rhymes and flows altered like your fucking egos
Wack off the rack clothes like your hoes
Go clip your toes
You aint in my leaugue with your fake poses
Go put on your panty hoses
I gotta talk to you like bitches with your pussy flinches
Rhymes coming out your mouths like snitches
So broke that you all desperately need riches
Trying to bite my dick to get your wishes
All up on each others dicks fucking pricks
Pussy licks
You dellusional acid trips
Fucking mind flips retarded in your head movie clips
Homos sucking dick lips
Riding each others dicks
You all the worst I'll bust you first
Fucking knock you all out in a herse
Like this fucking verse I don't even need to reherse
Man you fagats best disperse


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"By the way I think it is spelled deceased not deaceased. And who's "coming in at the deceased like please explain." No offense but are you saying that your already dead cause deceased means already dead. "

Battle 1, i know what deceased means, i'm a "dead president", thats the only reason i said "come'in at the deceased".

Yo, man i tired of runnin these fake writers who claim there brighter
You in a lighter division lines wit percision, you on a plain, i'm higher
In elevation, my shits so tighter i need more circulation
Be patient, i'm just building the foundation, for the core creation
Victims left sore for generations, i'm very fluent at this
With one gun and one bullet basically, send scary crews packin
Just eat these lines, i'll gaurantee that you'll flee into a sappin defeat
As i breeze by, i disagree with all emcees to a degree, a rapper set free
Means one more to snare up, into my traps deep inside the same verses
Pushin underground lairs up, with free raps, see despite the blank surges

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Originally Posted by Battle 1

What did you mean when you said you blew that page out is all I was asking ?

:?

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You know a blowout in football when a team wins 41 to 7. I blew out the stuff posted before that rap on that page IMO. Its blatant.

My fundamentals gunnin' mentals, mentalities murderous minds suspenseful/
Wizardry went through changes, lone ranger raising cain, thoughts contain amazement/
Stay bent bustin' shots through Bentley's, off these soon to be deceased mc's/
Jay's clips never empty, tempt me to re-load, and re-up slugs that hug ya facials/
Erase souls from existence, deleted from a distance, blow off stance souldiers die instant/
Stain-less steel feel the caps peel in ya frame, scream nigga chill/
I jacked Jill for Jacks's money, and bought shots of Jack Daniel's, and rum B/
I'm not a pimp see, more of an underground king like Bun-B, blastin' Starsky/
Rap n' rocks weak, hip-hop speaks the truth freak beats like hoes on they knees fufillin' my needs/
Fare well to leauges of weak mc's that receive losses, get off my sausage, your just a hostage, held for analizing my hot spits/
Got kids craving the concepts at show in moshpits mis-behaving, i get better lyrically as i'm aging/
Raven in the sun making calls of war, my empires supreme, my team specializes in destroying rap squads dreams by any means/
The only cream they gets for coffee, while mines triple off the beams/

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Originally Posted by koncretegorilla

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Dead Pres hot like phosherous, droppin the hot shit/
stop poppin ya gap n watch how non-stoppers lock this.
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dnt take sht serious, im jst fuckin wit ya :beer:

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Good shot, i didn't even catch this line, like the scheme

Aye yo,

Canivirous Cat pounce on the track, mastered the rush//
Conceive the truth, true indeed the feeds much improved, topics we digust//
Can't let my self-destruct, my retrospect for life is common, seeds need our trust//
Foes get flushed, the wise dome phrophet aborbs the knowledge, devils hush//
Their level the dust, lyrics i bust from dusk to dawn, understanding bombs/
Black nights in the hood are like Vietnam, i kick enemies like Vietcongs//
Wizardy slang God , Hip-hop clarence X, detecting assasins armed//
Vllage don slappin' combatants with tennis pull, workout the veins in arms/
I'm like Cappadon Milk the cow style, well-know dart-throwing champion/
Camps i pee on, escape in a dodge Neon, my wordplay 100 light years beyond these peons//
Be gone..good riddance like M. Tyson to robin Givens, time to start bombin' prisons//
I hit hot-rod the rhythm, savages i give em' slugs , baptize they heads with guns, hip-hops my religon//

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Originally Posted by Dead President

Good shot, i didn't even catch this line, like the scheme

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Why of course not maybe it's cause you don't read properly. Only write or pop shit out your ass like bubble gum..

You beyond dum with numerous men your mom has fun
Hand me a gun
Watch Dead President turn into a nun
To the boarder he'll run
But still it's too late he gets done
His fazer was left on stun
His clothes with bullet holes are those of a bum
Drinking water to get drunk humm , He's only 16 acting like it's rum
His brain got burned-out by the the sun

He aint even worth dirt and you can catch him wearing a skirt
Same ones as those cheerleaders at basketball games he's a flirt
In locker rooms he's known as the dick beater shorts eater
Balls retriever rhyme deciever
Beat over his head one to many times with the meat cleaver
He smokes dicks up like reefer
Nothing up his sleaves male slease needs to be briefer
He gets thrown out like a pair of old sneakers
Cause his rhymes are clearly weaker
Talks on the behalf of the gays he's trully their speaker
Also known as their leader
Dead President it's quite evident
I need to now stop cause he is so fucking irrelavent




:lmao:

Is you gonna battle me offically or what, cuz if you not your just wasting your time with these wack raps cuz i don't read but the first two or 3 lines.

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Originally Posted by Dead President

Is you gonna battle me offically or what, cuz if you not your just wasting your time with these wack raps cuz i don't read but the first two or 3 lines.

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You don't read them cause you don't wanna get killed. And besides you can't read them properly anyways. Because you don't know how to read properly you illiterate fagat.

hahaha you really sound like a 28 year old, check into the battle thread so i can leave you dead tonight.

international at harrasing the cats singers i smack swingers//
Head-ringer, shaolin finger jab attack ruckus bringers//
Ring-around-the rosy break ya toes if your'e being nosey//
No heat spitters react and flee but my speed spun em' around, domes leak//
winning streak increases, the black Jesus crucify ya crew on the cross thesis//
wev'e just adjusted to leaving shows destructed, buildings we builded in know have to be re-constructed//
Can't trust it, Public enemy, it'll take a nation of millions to hold back my function//
I'm a professor like Griff, griping the chrome mic n' head hunting//
Mc's die wanting the spot-light, in reality their fronting cause when you die the fortune, and fame means nothing//

lames be frontin like they aint talkin, no friend of me snitch
fakes be runnin game, im straight poppin, NO ENEMY LIVEZ
N.E.L, you weak ass bitches dont want me 2 start swangin
im rock slangin wit my cock hangin, my Glock bangin
she gonna give ya party love, wit hot lead, a body glove
batty bwoyin ya body goin to feel these shotty slugs
you a scary bitch stuck in tha closet, i shoulda knew it
said u was gonna kill me you bitch, you couldnt do it
make these hoes think that i wont shoot em and then do it
2 things yall can show me, green paper and red fluid
too big for me to fuck ya up, then ima slash ya
too clicked for me to cut ya up, then ima blast ya
snatch ya cadaver up and cut it to little bits
take a trip to the river let you feed the little fish
im ill as shit, sick as fuck, your "killas" lick dick and suck
my real life take a shit on yo fiction you bitches, WHAT

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Originally Posted by SHRAP

lames be frontin like they aint talkin, no friend of me snitch
fakes be runnin game, im straight poppin, NO ENEMY LIVEZ
N.E.L, you weak ass bitches dont want me 2 start swangin
im rock slangin wit my cock hangin, my Glock bangin
she gonna give ya party love, wit hot lead, a body glove
batty bwoyin ya body goin to feel these shotty slugs
you a scary bitch stuck in tha closet, i shoulda knew it
said u was gonna kill me you bitch, you couldnt do it
make these hoes think that i wont shoot em and then do it
2 things yall can show me, green paper and red fluid
too big for me to fuck ya up, then ima slash ya
too clicked for me to cut ya up, then ima blast ya
snatch ya cadaver up and cut it to little bits
take a trip to the river let you feed the little fish
im ill as shit, sick as fuck, your "killas" lick dick and suck
my real life take a shit on yo fiction you bitches, WHAT

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666 n SHRAP the collabo thats fact,sharpen the blade on my axe in case these fake faggot's are back,talkin canadian trax ant as flagrant as that of an
american stat,u make me laugh, u delierious embarassing rap,we the type that complete crime's inncorperate it with knowledge,no pullin trigger's we alleviate problems,if we have ta BLAST THO,are hollows crossive, dissolve em,
even unsolved mysterys refused a chance to unsolve em,...so all u weak geeks,EVERSICK666 N SHRAP on the streets,squashin the beef flawless,then flossin our teeth..

holy fuck

all u muthafuckaz would luv to live like me.../
smoke all the chronic i want for free.../
all that dope on the westcoast came thru my peeps.../
got hummerz an jeeps thumpin beats we run these streets.../
its real around here if u think im lyin take a look.../
known by every baller in the bing gaurds shook when im booked.../
breakin down pounds since your ass was in diapers.../
got to bitchez right now one gotta dodge viper.../
clown around the net think your tuff as it gets.../
fuck your text i got a tattood neck.../
says "cash rules", u see my eyes im gettin real high.../
2 shotguns a desert eagle and a 380 for the little guy.../
i been shot at for real almost took a bullet over a truck.../
drunk as fuck jacked his ride out the snow an almost got stuck.../
been jacked by crackheadz beat a nigga to death kid.../
now u think i care bout how u run your mouth on net kid.../
go ahead tried to fuck my moms.../
u think my dad wouldnt fuckin drop any bombz.../
we'll str8 bust you an look at your clique like fuck u.../
run thru crackho got u puzzled, im a native none of yall would dare to hustle.../
phillipino gangsta muscle all u jokers would get killed in the shuffle
no disrespect to the rappers here that tryin to advance.../
do your thing i do my thing ill give a nigga a chance.../
to come up whatever just say when an where..../
put u on a jackmove you best step on my set prepared.../
been stabbed an shit everyone in my clique been in prison.../
from here to cali, missouri,florida cats held back by the system.../
those muthafuckin white muthafuckaz sittn in courts.../
trials that leave most niggaz shittin there shorts.../
been to jail so many times chain gangz half my school.../
fuck a judge i keep it real ill show u faggitz i rule

that was dope.

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Originally Posted by "SiCkARoCkS"

all u muthafuckaz would luv to live like me.../
smoke all the chronic i want for free.../
all that dope on the westcoast came thru my peeps.../
got hummerz an jeeps thumpin beats we run these streets.../
its real around here if u think im lyin take a look.../
known by every baller in the bing gaurds shook when im booked.../
breakin down pounds since your ass was in diapers.../
got to bitchez right now one gotta dodge viper.../
clown around the net think your tuff as it gets.../
fuck your text i got a tattood neck.../
says "cash rules", u see my eyes im gettin real high.../
2 shotguns a desert eagle and a 380 for the little guy.../
i been shot at for real almost took a bullet over a truck.../
drunk as fuck jacked his ride out the snow an almost got stuck.../
been jacked by crackheadz beat a nigga to death kid.../
now u think i care bout how u run your mouth on net kid.../
go ahead tried to fuck my moms.../
u think my dad wouldnt fuckin drop any bombz.../
we'll str8 bust you an look at your clique like fuck u.../
run thru crackho got u puzzled, im a native none of yall would dare to hustle.../
phillipino gangsta muscle all u jokers would get killed in the shuffle
no disrespect to the rappers here that tryin to advance.../
do your thing i do my thing ill give a nigga a chance.../
to come up whatever just say when an where..../
put u on a jackmove you best step on my set prepared.../
been stabbed an shit everyone in my clique been in prison.../
from here to cali, missouri,florida cats held back by the system.../
those muthafuckin white muthafuckaz sittn in courts.../
trials that leave most niggaz shittin there shorts.../
been to jail so many times chain gangz half my school.../
fuck a judge i keep it real ill show u faggitz i rule

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JESUS RETURNS TO THE TEMPLE OF DARTS

Niggas boast but be ghost when they face a killa firing toast//
Subliminal disses get vicious when these bitches deep-throat//
Ya teams soaked wit red chest, thought they were Bloods dead//
You smoke trees, i smoke ya steez, ya mama blew her back out..spinal broke on her knees when she swallowed me//
Honestly you honored me, you were my son, but i dissed you for rhymin' over dead-beats//
So go ahead get deep 6 ft. the last words he speaked were i sowed what i reaped//
Capesh.. you ain't street your sweeter than lucky charms, fuck ya kneck ya next tattoo will read "You Got Owned" on ya arms//
My niggaz will swarm on ya block locust style, tap dance ya head while y'all shuffling around//
Bodyparts found on ya own grounds, kid you got grounded for sneaking out the crib, and you gt ya ass kicked when you touched- down//
Showed you the gun, 4 pound pistol whipped you 4 times clown//
You sound upset, you mustv'e found some niggas rhymebook//
You rhyme crook, leave you more shook than alchololics without a drink you rook//
Look for the last time i'll gouge ya eyes out then get a bitch to stick em' in ya ass so you can see the shit your'e on moron with ya booty raps//
You got the runs, on the run but you weren't hard to catch, sliced off both off ya hands know you can't clap//
You ain't no thug strapped, your a cross dresser playin' with a bra strap//
In my hood we call that queer, you's a fake they'll catch you at cha' wake wearing a dress with ya man crying " I wish he was still here"//

Check my murder production rate, minds in a destruction state
This conduction skates, over female's reproduction gates
Yo i got ships of scrpits ready to be sent from oversees
Each one holds clips thats reloaded frequently so don't fuck wit me
Cuz when i'm sober see, by hearts colder then in october
And when you think u holdin me, i drop boulders off my shoulders
When i'm older, i will be way too much to handle
Its like going to war rocin sandles, 5 buck bribe, over a million dollar scandal
From my control panel, i see yo mind like cerebro
See you dying slow tryin to take it, make you bleed mo
fuck this

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Originally Posted by SHRAP

JESUS RETURNS TO THE TEMPLE OF DARTS

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what up dun

just need ben ben got the whole team flowin weightless like phen-phen.../
fuck smoke blunts go make like steve erwin get raped by the mer-men.../
u dont belong on the wu battlegrounds unless u got mass appeal.../
u aint even good enuf to warm the bench while we tearin up the field.../
no pussy gettin punk you like the jap forest gump.../
u look like bubba on da shrimp boat prolly aint gotta dick like that no legged chump.../
you act like u already got raped in the yard.../
apes an wolves you'll be beggin for escape when u behind barz.../
im a native my gat takes mega payloads.../
your a faggit you into makin flippy flops stuck in gay mode..../
got the block locked every thing happenin on my front porch.../
cops scurred my fam got its own task force.../
weird shit bein under investigation.../
they so mad at me an all i got right now is probation.../
my cuzin was finallly sprung he a real thug asian.../
locked up for 60 pounds of skunk and car chase from the border to the rezervation.../
if you saw my rap sheet your chink eyes would get blown back.../
before i was 18 i was already labeled a shocap.../
10000 in pharmacueticals i always been a big cat.../
16 years old sittin on 20000 grand in gats.../
after u count 10000 pounds u come back an brag about that.../
seen a half a mill in a fuckin back pack.../
seen more money than your dumbass can count.../
im done rhymin let yall wish u was me for a little bit im out

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