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The 9th Degree and distilled rhymerator
Basically, bascially, this thread Is to rhyme at your best, in a hip hop way, line by line, This how we do....
Technically dreams equal nothing but still they mean something to me, |
You fuck wit Degree, you see defeat, nothing will come more easily
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You and me, have beef to be, don't go accusing him next cos It's me you'll see
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Spit bullets like I'm blastin' heat, no wonder they call me the "9"th "Degree"
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It's easy to see, you want to be me, but your wack, you'll never get where I be
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Cats so miniscule we couldn't "see" 'em between B and D in a fuckin' dictionary
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Power cut on stage, but your still there miming like this was pictionary
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Fuck havin' Dizzle buried, the only thing they'll put me under is covers...with Halle Berry
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I'm in a hury, I got to get to you, Now I'm rippin off your tee, and All you be is Dirr'y
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Dirty like underground rappers, when they hit mainstream and rhymes turn clean they become "washed up"
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No longer Hot Stuff, de-ice so you aint Cool, bitch your a mediocre Pop-Hop Duff
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So just hop off nuts, we know you ain't crazy, 'cuz you haven't called me out
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I think about, times before the beef, Now every two minutes I seem to be puttin a diss out
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On fake thugs sayin' they be dumpin' clips out, but don't know what distilled and Diz 'bout
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They step, they duck, they talk shit permanantly, one battle, we prove what we been talkin 'bout
Swtich it to bars 9' |
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