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They Callin me to go back to the Shop and By CLoths
and i didint wanna buy um so dey shot me inna leg caught me when im Dead didint here when i Said 6 little pussies 5 canldes and a rocking chair for Bobby now yet did they kno i stole their shit smacked them in the face very Lagit but thy bein a bitch they juss best quit i am 2 quick shit bitch sikk wit it no tellin what imma do smack u hard wit a shoe . l l.o.l . l.o.l o l.o.l . l.o.l l l.o.l . l.o.l |
i don't stunt or front bout da blocc cuz dat'z where i hang
i'm not from cali but me & my dawgz r all down 2 bang all day in til da nite we slang dat yayo, weed, x, & nethang else 2 make ur snaps guaranteed nebody who hustles wit us always get twice da amount dey started wit bacc when i go 2 cali i hang wit da bloods & crips, all bout their paper & who don't set trip in atl i stack my mail, i hustle on da block, & pimp hoes cuz pussy do sells back home in wash, dc i push dat weight, don't b greedy & only eat wut'z on ur plate so i know not 2 take da bait even know it looks tempting sumtimes we just got 2 let it go |
wake up get ya vision clear,listen here, niggas wanna diss what these niggas fear, what they don't understand, nigga I'm just a man, why yall actin like you gettin chased by the ku klux klan, hate is your brand and I see it in ya eyes, get off that dumb shit my nigga speak wise, don't speak lies, niggas keep wives in they house everytime I come trough, grab they lady hand and say "beau I love you", I dont' want your girl if I did I would pull her off ya arm,and don't look at me hard cause you ain't doin me no harm, I'll get her fucked up from the charm, you'll get fucked up from nothin but, the fo-fifth, two smokin barrels havem singin slow carols when I smoke clips, and my slows spits got effects like when the dope hits ya brain, slowin down ya reactions and smash in with pain
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Hear shots go off in the background
so i decide to load up another round see a nigga shootin at me so i put his brains on the ground put my heat in the dumpster so i can get it later got up and got hit 2 times hurt jus like a bite from a gator reach in to the trash grab the gun cock it back and watch all the niggas run |
freestylin maad easy i can rhyme wit nething...
maad cuz i got platinum n u aint got nebling... cuz u ass i get money from ma flow cuz im sick... nigga always talkin bout his dick..but its prolly as skinny as a stick... but u kno i aint gon lie mines maad thick... but i'll definitly knock u out if u talkin shit... I dont play around dat much so I aint gon say nuttin... sayin ya flow is bettah den mine..seriously dog u frontin... I might not be no banks pac biggie or ne of dem.... U cant call me ink..I aint a bad nigga i dont stay in da pen... Flashy always stay rockin suntin hot n nice... yes im serious..do i have 2 say it twice.... Im flowin off da top of ma head and dis shit is maad wack... Why is derre so much hatin?...iz it because im black...LMAO jp... Im sick of all dese pussys and fakers.... if i battle imma be da pistons n u gon be da lakers...*u gon lose* if we got anybody reppin da pistons den holla back... 1 shot to da dome i'll push ya whole coller back... iight i keyed dat up like 8 minutes it was jus a lil keystyle na mean |
My style is sick, like kids brutally beat in MJacksons basement/
Plus my punchlines hit hard enough to give fat ppl facelifts/ I attack wit land mines that stick to ya chest/ Livin off the flesh in my teath like it was floride and Crest/ Lyrical biblical sinical, antispiritual rituals that be rippin thru like acidouse chemicals, multiple tenticles that attack identical, while leavin residue, thats be leaving U needing somebody more than medical/ Dangerouse sylibles rithin U of anything sacred/ U was braught up by love, and crushed down by my hatred/ so many bullets wisslin got U thinkin nothins real like in da matrix/ My shit 'll make niggaz heads shrink like an ancient haition voodoo spell/ Know that the lord gave me talent, but im artistik as hell/ |
menecin' rhymez is what i am so what u doin comparin' to ya shit bitin stylez like you a shark but i got tranquilizerz, tha spit fluid im my mouth is sick more infamous than mobb deep that'z why i'm rare in this time of day so don't even push me around cauze i ain't ya momz or ya weightz you gettin fucked up like a women drinkin while she'z pregnant and i'm talkin bout yourz, 1 of tha apocalypse 4 horsemen and i'm here to end this not even a trillianaire could get what i possess in me i'm more skiller and iller than a chess team i don't need success to get to beat you down like i'm a cop ain't no chinese but these rhymez that xcape my breath could get ya paragraphz chopped |
nigga u dont want it cause i'll size out ya body and drop u in ya after life coffin
u goin up against blaq-ink thats gonna end ya life before it starts like women havin abortions no need to speak cause i can ead lips ........did under what i sid u stupid fuckin prick if u want it come to my door dont worry i'll be the only 1 to answer that cause once u start knockin and i greet ya u wont be alive 2 answer bac |
i know ur niggaz on here we'll b hatin but fucc it diz is my shit
1 2 da 2 dissin me on wax, when i cum 4 ya wit gun blazing wut da fucc u gonna do 3 2 da 4 when i meet bitches i always give dem their option of laying down, open their mouth wide or gettin down on all 4's on da flo 5 2 da 6 i only thangz i luv in diz world is fam, sex, smokin dro, drinkin, & stackin chips 7 2 da 8 neva test my nuts cuz 1st time u do dat'z ur death date & u'll die at a slow rate 9 2 da 10 i luv gettin diz money wit my peeps round da way, if i had anotha chance i'll do it again |
let me end this trend before it begins, a whole page of wack emcees/
what ever happened to nice cyphers you kids, in here it sounds like MTV/ you 'posed to spit about whatever, be clever, and let it rip/ so far all i see is feathers, no real weight, just riding dicks/ (beef and shit) mmm yea a clit, sorry i get real sexual when writing TEXT-U-ALL-s/(textual) things, thats right you bitch, all filler, no room for best u all/ my wordplay have you biting the curb-all-day/ got yall doin the gangsta lean, for when i spit you turn-my-way/ gettin tropical in this topical-freestylin type spit, dirty like denim jeans,but split when you sit/ im vicous wit-it, id lvoe to stay but im chillen-wit-chicks, you should understand the way im rhymmin this shit/ |
untouchable, even az a kid in a quiet alley with a priest couldn't bite me style if u waz a shark, invade ya rhymez and ya home at omaha beach i hunt down MCz like a deer and a sniper rifle waz born 2 annihilate half-steppaz cauze life iz just tha trifle tha rhymez u bring be az low-budget az a south park animation and they keep minez in museumz next 2 them acient swordz from early-age asianz got so many barz i made hershey factoriez go out of bussiness so don't even try cauze u'll melt faster than jay-z to nas dissez can't fuck with me cauze i rap rapperz til they sealed wrapped never 2 be opened again, u az fake az when a nervous person doez movie actz |
step da fucc bacc y'all & give me my space in diz bitch
just shut ur fuccin mouth & listen as a nigga kicks it i was born in a raggedy ass run down apartment building now dat i'm 22 i got 3 different children by 3 different bitches i was tricked 2 have kids by dez 3 sluts i didn't realize dey had poke holes in my rubbers b4 i got up in dey guts i was neva told til da kids were in their stomachs dat i have got dem pregnant but now dat i think bout it i really am starting 2 regret it |
I LYRICALLY ATTACK MC'Z AND IT AIN'T HARD TO TELL/ RHYME LIKE I GOT DEMONZ ON MY MIND, MY MURDEROUS LINEZ SHOULD BE LOCKED IN A CELL/ WHEN I SPIT, THA FLUID BE BLACK CAUZE IT'Z MADE OF VENOM/ DON'T MIND IF I'M CALL A CIVIL WAR VETERAN/ CAUZE THESE WORDZ THAT XCAPE MY BREATH BOMBZ OUT LIKE A CANNON/ A NEW YORK STATE OF MIND, BRING DRAMA THRU PARAGRAPHZ CAUZE LIFE FOR US IS SO TRIFE/ THEN SHARE IT WITH THA WORLD IN WORDZ IN CORRECTIVE TONGUE LIKE IF I'M TRYNA SNIPE/ COMIN FROM QUEENZ AND REPPIN 718 ALL THA WAY, MAYBE THAT'Z WHY PEOPLE DON'T FRONT/ HUNT RIVAL MC'Z LIKE A COP WITH A FLASHLIGHT, FUCK YA TOWN CAUZE IT'Z AREA CODE GOEZ 321/ I'M A DISCIPLE OF METAPHORZ AZ U CAN SEE IT'Z MY SIGNATURE AND WHEN I GET TO BATTLIN IT'Z GOTTA BE AGAINST A VETERAN, CAUZE ROOKIEZ IZ IMATURE/ EITHER WAY, WHEN I FINISH'EM OUT THEN I'LL EAT'EM CAUZE THEY MY WHEATIEZ/ CAUZE I'M ENERGIZED WHEN I'M DONE,TYPICAL AZ WHEN I CHAT WITH A SEXXY GURL AND CALLIN ME SWEETIE/ WHO THA FUCK WANT ME IN THERE CREW?, SEREAL KILLA OF ANYONE'Z VOCABULARY SKILL CAUZE I'M SO DISCIPLE/ SMOKE SECOND-HANDED FROM A PRE-SCHOOL DROPOUT/ STILL MY BRAIN REACTZ WELL CAUZE YOU CAN SEE IT MY RHYMEZ, YO/ I MUSCLE UP MY WORDZ BY READIN SUM BOOKZ DAILY/ THEN TURN OUT GREAT LIKE TONY THA TIGER, OR AS MUCH AS MILK BOTTLEZ TO BABIEZ/ CALL ME A RAP LORD CAUZE I'M WORSHIPPED LIKE GOD AND JESUS/ AND YA STYLE IZ FAKE AND LIE ABOUT IT, WITH A BIG NOSE BIGGER THAN MY PENIS/ |
so sick like i had time 2 practice in a Slightfull ditch....
Flow so crazy like i was related 2 a suicidal bitch....... u want a Car i can hook u up wit a Herse..... if words cud kill i'd murda a couple MCS a Verse... shit dont get worse...like i robbed ya perse.... rippin emcees is like sprite..it always quench ma thirst... leave rows on ya head like u was Lotto...*8 mile* call me thirst...now 'SHow em my motto'.... MAGIC will happen when u hear me rapp.... when i battle they turn 2 cowards...HOLD DAT!...... iight im out jus a 8 minute keystyle na mean ~1~ |
I'd slap a bitch twice, not to be mean but I mean
Is being a rapper just one of my crazy dreams Or is it gonna turn out to be more than it seems Some of my rhymes might have no themes Any way, jus had to say it, back to my ice cream EDIT: Font |
Alwayz With Tha Hottest Flowz And Meanest Blowz
i'm hungry for MCz cauze i see ya barz az chocalatez lookz like i ate samplez cauze half ya rhymez already melted i never hesitate when i wryte down minez in my book plan that shit in my head like a local bank to a pro crook i kill vocabulary so you'll need more than 26 letterz my linez be stylish with xpensive thoughtz while you got on ya grandma'z sweater just like that pink gun cauze my wordz be glistenin and yourz be like a toilet cauze it makez me wanna piss in it i bring darkness to my meaninz like in a cave and my blowz ring you like bellz like it waz christmas day i got tha illest versez that you see in this site and i drop deep so i'll chokehold ya rhymez and grip it like i waz holdin a mic |
ive had enough of cats sayin they tough
its a bluff they a tough as blue sky smirnoff makin cats retiren while im admiren their perspiren im firen multiple gats dropin cats upboostin my stats this rhyme overlaps other raps so they collapse and fall with tears in front of they peers im drinkin hin cheers |
i drop flows,hotta than cold toes touchin hot coals
i spit punches quicker than rebounding car dampers ova pot holes |
Listen, I'm a good dude wit bad choices, but even I yearn to be great/ hate teachers, so I don't need school I'll learn from mistakes/ on the street my homeboys call me Lorenzo Tate/ cause you'd have to be a movie the way my rims rotate/ I spit sick all day like cancer patients/ if I wasn't appetizing the whole game would be tasteless/ but I ain't got no label yet, I'm just a free agent/ so don't nobody get jealous cause I bust at all ages/ no racism here, I react to every gender, each religion and all races/ I'm the most looked at thing since playboy had naked women in their pages/ I live my life without question/ you could lock me up for two years, just to teach me a lesson/but my lawyer so good, I just stand at the gate for bout three seconds/ and I won't settle for anything less than that/ cause cops will get lost in ya money, like a casino map/ and if you see me on the street spittin, you'd be like I didn't know Al Pacino rapped.
Krispez Off the dome every minute of my life. I stay hot, yo holla at me if you wanna spit somethin. :spit: krispez16@yahoo.com [IMG]gunhead[/IMG] |
yo, my bars be like AIDS so you better not get close cauze you'll get infected then die so fuck bein' a ghost i'm leatherface cauze i slaughter any kind of MC take out ya face's skin for my dick but nah cauze then bitches will flee lyrically i'm so strong and you ain't got nothin on me you couldn't give a thought of threat if you was in tha al queda army yea i'm ill, plus put tha word matic in there scar ya whole face up like it came from tha claws of a bear these rhymes strike hard like a sniper so strap on a bulletproof vest if you was on my face then i'll swing cauze like motrin it releases stress i'll grab tha mic device and watch christ listen make jesus turn around and say "pops, this nigga flipped it" ill rhymes are to me as bitches is to macks so stylish it's like i'm dressed to impress for gurls wit my hair combed back rape ya verse and leave it bruised so you be writin in purple rap so illegal you woudn't give a fuck about an immigrant or a gay and lesbian couple i'm always comin up with one of tha best techniques whenever you feel like beefin' you'll end up like a little boy bein' raped by a priest and i bet this verse was gettin you beggin' for more hollerin' from ya knees and if you want sum more then IM me and say "please?" |
by gods grace the taste of ill venom
that i use to spit back through mcs denem twistin, turnin burninin all up in em anotha victim down next round makin mcs heart pound incompetency from othas when the message reaches they brain that im hard to remove like a white tee with blood stains i rob pimps and take they canes |
Check that and rap with kids checkin for it
I spit flames so how the hell can you ignore it With a head full of stress and a hand full of anger held in my chest My rhymes are as solid as a bullet proof vest My rhymes so "thoughtful" give you plenty of time to think but no time to rest So i suggest that you do what the man says Before you get caught up in his webs They're what i call rhymes You can't spit shit better than mine My shit aint clear cuz it blinds I aint sayin they bad, they just so damn beautiful Aint a beautiful as what i'd like to do to you (kill you) You don't fuck with a incredible rhyma like me I spit trauma and you don't see any drama like me Just call me the human rhyma grinda bitch BITE ME |
spit mad ill poison tonic when im so up on it
its ironic how white boy speak good ebonics hear me loud and clear through ya panasonic in between ya bitch up and down like floss back talk i shoot somethin that u can catch but cant toss tryin ta get my name heard around my area get in the way ill have a shovel ta bury ya as ya tombstone lays peeps drop off flowers sayin this kid was sweet but his flows was sour as i devour my liqua sec by sec no time to breathe like if ya had a tech to da neck ya stunned ya cant run when i have gun i invest in money if they had a killin spree fund |
This a hard motha fucka on the violent tip
You know if i catch you talkin some shit, i'm a bust ya lip My rhymes will tear you up faster than water can drip I make bitches flip...of course my rhymes are ripped You didn't hear me? I SAID BITE ME I can talk a little shit, that's why people wanna fight me I talk shit...i be crackin it up I can afford to laugh cuz i'm backin it up I crack your rhymes, of course the ones that you rack up Sort of like pool...my rhymes leave you speechless with your mouth open and drool I tell rhymes like stories the way i know it They scary and unstoppable...just be thankful i don't show it 5150 is the home for the sick Your rhymes are shitty ones...itty bitty compared to the ones i spit You think he wild, check out my freestyles You can't find nothin better My rhymes are hotter than people in the summer wearin sweaters Call me the boss cuz my rhymes hotter than hot sauce I shoot my rhymes like Quick Draw McGraw My rhymes are raw..flawless Better than anyones you ever saw...like i said...flawless My rhymes are atrocious, ferocious...they leave your shredded like saw dust My rhymes are one of a kind and will never be replaced You'll never find better than mine, after they're gone, they'll never be retraced i'm bored lol |
da liqua botlles i sip to the last drip
step full throtle wit hollow tips in da clip peelin out at da top doin a buck 50 cuz the cops got glocks and they wanna get me so gently i open da car door stand behind it and blast 4 now the cops is no more so i vanish from da state before its to late hop on da next flight with no time to hesitate but wait just to think it was a dream its seem so real gotta stay of da green |
no freepostin is allowed or youl get ya head get to do curb
in the cadillac i swerve smokin ya herb flap wit a birds heard i give a fuck wut cats think dont blink cuz ya life could be tookin in seonds scared shook dont wanna write check in ya life ya wrekin fa not pressin enter steams cominout of me like i was born in earths center just a quickie |
I look dead in your eye then spit
I'll tell you to your face punk you aint shit I am in trouble with da pigs so fuck it The bitches on my dick, they know they can suck it You got a problem then what's up If you ready to go i'm bustin it up You start shit with me then don't hang I'm doin somethin here like a 1-man-gang I never go down not fightin Cuz i'm strong as fuck with the power of a titan Settin off with destruction, get it? So don't front and say you aint wit it Nothin can stop the rhymes i'm firin Cuz on the street, i'm the one they admirin And if ya got a girl that's good to go I bet i already fucked the ho All i know in life is to be legit Don't quote me cuz i aint said shit |
I'm a stop with that shit there, and tell a little story
Straight out the box, from the gangta category Got in trouble with the pigs just for robbin shit They chased me, like i was a crooked ass bitch But that was a crime that i had to committ Get money or it was out to the streets But back to the story..i gave um 3 shots each With my Uzi Machine..i shot um up then vanished from the scene And with my Mini 14...had the guns put together like cookies and cream Locked in the penitentery with a 25 year sentence But broke out to gain all my vengence Killed the motha fucka that turned me in I knew i was gonna burn for all of these sins Changed my name and vanished from the state Went to my roots to the city L.A. Got a girl and she had a dick I was pissed and grabbed the he she by the tits I had one thing on my mind and that was to kill this faggit Went to jail for a murder i had to committ Got out somehow again...it wasn't shit Had another record...and got fucked with by pigs Said fuck it and committed suicide That was the end of a life that wasn't lived right HAHA don't ask....a little story...i got bored....you know me alwayz BORED lol |
Set fire to all haters, blazed an uncontrollable spark//
Paint the world with their own blood, consider this my art// Pushing myself to the limit, wicked spits and derranged// Pumping harder, firing at innocent without having aimed// Tactical, blood spilling methods in my small mind// Sipping on the blood of haters, drinking it through their veins// "Sick when it's beef", treat it like Mad Cow Disease// Having the whole word yelping in pain, screaming please// Crush the haters under my weight, havin dudes livin in holes// Treat em like Janet Jackson titties, having them exposed// |
this cipha just provoking the beast/ but i'm toating the lead/ i'm high low drunk rolling a blunt getting head/ B's up cause I bleed red/ so i guess it's just in me/ i ain't gay like that other mc/ i'm 17 so by the time i'm twenty i'm a have a bently/ I ain't talking bout that dude with puff/ I ain't a bad boy just because I spark tools and stuff/ get in and out of detintion/ by the time I was 9 and so many crimes of mine/ my mom's was like fuck my tuition/ but she ain't know i'm bout getting bucks not going to prison/ as far as them cops go what ever they said don't do I don't listen/ stay on the block sinning/ wit a glock selling rocks wining/ being a pimp cause my ghetto got some hot women/ put this game to they brain and watch them girls start striping/ go head start reping/ I could make a crip start steping/ busting that tech man/ reping my set damn/ everynight in my hood we need the blood of a lamb/ the land of the damned/ i'm from the south where we don't have beef cause we eat ham/
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It's mr. cranberry with the scariest shit
look at me wrong, i might bury ur clique Ur rhymes is wack, you betta kick into gear Cuz ur shits more ludacris than Chicken & beer I bust quick, u cant touch it You do one song and go over ur budget Whether it's rappin, fightin, or runnin a relay I'll beat u more times than rappers spell the with DA |
alot niggas thinkin they hot and all but they not keep my shit above the rim like basketball/uh/ ya no nigga could stop me i got green u got blue like monopoly/come on now kno im sick my punches kill ya kno its redick/ CT kid were they tax again but i still stay wit more rocks in my hands then Africans/ yea i wanna battle Young_Mhc_Killa cuz i wanna have yo ass screamin like thrilla/ ull die quick dont fuss and fight and i can bring superman cuz i got more green then cryptonite FUCK ALL YALL YALL SUCK MAN HOLLA AT YA BOY YOUNG ONES
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I'm so distracted, I guess I need glasses to stay focus
The bestrapaever, I guess that was straight from the hocus pocus It gots to be magic, I dont believe it, Cause to rb this is tragic |
this is tha first eva freestyle i ever rote on paper so it aint that good but i wanna show it off
im no thug the police have never took my mug I don’t rap bout bein poor bout carrying a fo’ fo’ I rap for fun maybe to turn the world from dark to sun If the world was in peace there’d be less deceased But no they can’t stop killin so the prisons will just keep fillin If I could stop the violence Id be willin but people like the fighting But It could be as deadly as lighting Se drama is what appeals to the public if it was between seein someone happy or sad you know what to pic It just make me mad I wish I could change the world Its like this world is crulled and it creates all this tension make me wanna mention there is no color when you look deep inside if you’re a raciest mother fucker then go take a ride and see how color doesn’t make a diffrence you can ask any one they’ll be a refrence that how the world should change I hope this freestyle goes long range Aall these complications around tha nations with weapon on mass destruction the terrorists are filled with corruption they chose that path and they’ll feel the rath ya see what im talking about I might have to shout to get my word a cross cuz you know this world is filled with loss just listen to the big boss he'll gide us to a a better place in this life thats like a race and he'll always see are case see you gotta stick wit ur friends nutt can split us not evan the a bens 1 mind 2 bodies nothing czn splits us not evan a shoty cuz will jump the holder beat him down like a bug on my shoulder all you need it friends to be by you side togheter two people you can't devide a real friendship i an unbreakable force frendeship come from one source its form respect and fun times cuz you know wit out that id woulf be spiting the rhymes cuz we got each otha back you swing will both react can't you see need your frende to survei this life |
check it im a legend on the mike like chick hearn pay attention so you can learn please observe this kids words is more felt at the tips then pins with no excptions dialect is the best in the whole site u could waste your whole life searching for the light when you see me it comes automatically because i cause such a catsrophe it causes death even if your bullet proof vest is on youll still get harmed cause you couldnt touch me if i was at the end of your arm i dont even know why i waste my time spiitin rhymes in a cphya because my words could slice the djs needle and throw it in a hay stack then i laugh cause once again i killed it i riped the mic so i got sentenced to life cause i flip more letters than vanna white
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hip-hop is like smokin weed/
inhale the beat/ then exhale the poet of the streets/ i battle emcees without askin the question/ i snatch mics like police officers for gun possession/ yea i know i new to this site/ that don't mean u have to be like mike tyson and bite/ ur sollution/ is how to stop this lyrical pollution/ i line nigguhs up like a sargent-drill/ i smoke so much/ i got mother-earth runnin fire-drills/ |
Niggas run up on me like they gon do something
But all thats gon happen is they gon get a thumping If u wanna say ur hard then join the military But ur such a bitch ud think it was too scary As of now im starting to grow weary Of these boys talkin shit like they just took a laxative They should gimme a promotion n call me da executive Flowin superbly is sumtin i do consecutive Call me cocky if u want too but its still not a lie Im the tightest around right now like Jimmy Superfly |
I keep it jumpin like a gang fight, put ya face on a bike wheel fa fun, jus ta make sure you say my name right.I'm sick wit a rash flow and I don't need no tussion.You dudes is like tha roots make tracks ta say nuthin.Mumble,and play dumb,without ya crew you ain't nuthin.You don't even own a gun how you gonna bust sumthin.I jus spit jus ta spit,you tryin ta earn cash,yo bit*h trick daddy here dollas, I smoke and hold azz.I don't know what it is,chicken and beer got yall gased.I put a bomb in ya mouth, and tell you blow it out ya azz.What you mean I need a pass, punck I post where I please,and I'm thief I don't won't nuthin if it ain't Alicia's keys. Jus a freestyle!
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Most of yall call your shit freestyle when I know its written
Next thing your gonna tell me is that Restricted loves Latinkitten My freestyle ability damages weak mc's who arent built to last Im down with illest crews on Rap Battles, BluePrint and Dreamcast Six line minimum, shit I wreck most of these crews with just two Shit I aint never been cut yet, but if did believe I'd bleed BLUE |
bored....i got writers block...lemme get out of it...
ya'll cats like `encounters with fake gunz` -|met-a-fours-is-wack|-... my heat is like `dentists` the way I -|shatter-more-a-ya-plaques|-... like `intrigued felines` ya'll -|cats-just-watch-me|-... kids got `tactics like sex fiends` the way my -|bats-bust-blocks-b|-... ya writtens is `still lone`(stalone) ya raps got -|stats-like-rocky|-.... careers are like `first made computers` -|that's-just-floppy|-... i'm like `queen latifah on treadmills` -|fast-and-stocky|-... if you was a `sex veteran` could ya -|(w)raps-top-me|-... |
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