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omb spit back werd!
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not bad, not bad... *changes font* lemme start off by kickin a free flippin with ease rippin emcee's, only kidders believe they livin my steeze i'm dope like hittin the green, i'ma friggin disease, spit heat like when triggers are squeezed, ya'll not fittin to be sittin with me, try step 'n i'll cripple ya knee's, i got the sickest a flows, i'm that bad i gotta battle in hazmats, wack kats get gagged fast, grab gasp chokin like they trapped 'n passed gas, 'n that's mad, i act rash 'n smash past causin damage 'n shit, savagly rip 'n ravage a kid, i'm massive with this 'n lavish with spits, no-one's matchin my flows, like throwin poetry ya'll catchin my prose, reactions to Omb range from clappin to groans to scratchin ya nose, amazed 'n wonder how i can possess the rhymes to molest the mic, oh yes i'm tight, so dope that customs get told to arrest on sight, the best i'm hype, my writtens so hot that props even givin me props, hieroglyphics give visions in rock depictin how i blitz when i drop... straight keystyled... if keystyling existed -_- |
And i believ it was off the dome, after i free'd with him
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right my turn!!!!!!!!
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Your Getting Beat Knowing That Ya Flows Won't Touch Ground Take Out The Pad Between Your Legs & All Ya See is Just Brown If We Go Enough Rounds, All That'll Remain From You is Bones Put So Much Fist Through Ya Throat, I'll Hear My Own Ring Tones Hopeing to Win Though You Haven't Proved You're Worth Shit With Rhymes So Pre-Paid I Can Still See The Proof of Purchase |
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word i'm spittin the shit that if bitten it's splittin ya lip, mics stick in my grip, freestyle only, no writtens with this, listen a bit, i got the flows that most kids wished they had, swift with raps, challengers battlin get ripped in half, prefer fists to gats, Omb straight tearin ya heads off, pests got their necks robbed before their legs dropped, i get props, this threads the proof ya lovin my shit, grab ya comp 'n huggin my spits, i'm tight like mothers 'n kids, a free agent i scream makin the scene break 'n seen shakin, i seem ancient, my free's raisin fiends from each nation, an army of dead alarmin the feds, they hands is full, my mandibles handle any mammal man or animal, the cannibal who slam tackled hannibal, eatin his dome, elite with a flow, the grim reaper chill with me in my home |
fuck u and ur dopeness OMB! werd!
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I want in :cool:
still going? |
lol u take my spot daubs! u v omb..! lol
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hehe... for sure
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Me v omb, fuck that...
Ok check it.. OMB actin fruity like his head were a fuckin beansprout And he cant approch me il nok his fukin teeth out with a swift left hook..talk chess..omb's the rook.. And you couldt slide cooly.....if you were a puck. Your outa luck, n bullshit i got this in the bag.. Only time ombs laid...when he rollin wit a slag.. [/30second keyed wackness :cool:] |
from unknown locations, Omb drop those dope equations, that got most domes misplaced 'n aint no phone to trace him, see, i'm spittin in a little den i payed a nickel for sittin in, so i can rip some unwritten blend of illy sick 'n riddled sin, mic's get brittle when i grip 'n flip hits on instrumentals, this shits suspenseful, on point like the tips of pencils, jet-settin the vet yes 'n i'ma wreck any head steppin, show 'em this non-mod kids the best weapon to inject venom, in ya chest when i'm, grippin a mic like a vice with tightness, i'm nice precise 'n i bring hype excitement with the lines i'm writin.. you know what im sayin |
I know what your saying, like i know the meaning of life..
And your rhymes will never be asian they contain no spice! Watch me type..IN CAPITALS AND STIL WHORE THIS BITCH.. He aint in a crew, no wonder this posse aint got a click your rhymes int sick like the medical centre vacinations. and your a teacher?...go solve some matchs equations!! |
Rofl LL cypher word
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:cool: join in 007....
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