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Ok im makeing a crew
ok its like this me, spul, and sinnister are making a crew. we are undesided on a name but we have a good idea of the name.
drop something and if its whack and you havent won a battle..dont try |
Yea, and once we get our 6, we'll be split into little sub-groups of 3. And if anyone who is not included in the 6 wants in, then you gotta PM me or Disaster. And if we don't like one guy in the crew, or think he is weak, we'll let you battle him/her for their spot. Alright? PEACE
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look go under the trap lyrics forum then go under will......post smhtin there....aigt,...just read and post somthin...aight.....
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who? Us? :huh:
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hey listen sinnester and disatermaster you know we were gonna make a group so hook a brother up i'll still spit if you want
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Yea, I haven't really seen any of ur stuff, so could you spit one?
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man this is bullshyt........................................
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Hey, here we go - this is part of a full rap me and SPuL made:
SPuL and Alex Beard’s rhymes, they go fa miles We make other rapper’s lyrics sound like a child’s Chillen deep inside my crib in Stizzow Keep ya eyes on me, bitch, cuz I kin rock the gizzow I’m a crazy ass cracka, and I be meanin’ you ill So when you see me comin’, you betta start writin’ up ya will I got no qualms, ‘bout cappin’ yo ass So don’t drop ya GAT, or else I’m gonna blast! I won’t think twice, ‘bout icin’ you sucka So ya best back off, you greasy mutha fucka Swiggin’ from mah bottle, and puffin’ from the roach I’m the masta and commanda, I’m ya mothafuckin’ COACH Hide my weed in my pocket so it won’t get seen Comin’ at me like you tryin to diss-what do you MEAN by this? Bitches tryin’ to step, but that shit’s so whack I’m ghetto fuckin’ fabulous and I ain’t even black! |
sinnister said he aint rollin with u
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what ever and alex elevate
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come on try out
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alright guys im cutin this, im going solo. i'll be back though.
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yea, I'm out too. I gotta get more wins, then I might do something like this. PEACE
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sorry but here it is anyway
i got in this rap game just to change my life but it always brings me back to gunz and knives and it's a power trip just knowin you got em' it's a badge on ya chest just knowin shot em' and then it goes farther it's more of a drug like surside mr. head meets gun so then i get up and the heaters on the ground get up and lost and never get found |
that was cool. If we do decide to make it in the future, I'll contact you. PEACE
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So who speaks of me?
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^why you bring this up? lol
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Dis guy is gonna beat me? C’mon let’s be-rational
When he jack off together is the only time you’re ‘sensation’al// THugzy brags about being able to spit off-the-dome Making orders at McD’s is only itme you speak into a microphone// Your rhymes are ‘out of this world’ cuz I punched you off-the-earth It’s pretty sad when you’re so ugly that your mom scoffs-yo-birth// This fag’s been asking me for rap and battle tips almost every night* (true) The 22 year old loser needs to get some friends outside the site!// You think you’re on some dope shit? You need to lay-off You don’t ‘run the streets’, even your name says I broke yo heart// I must be eating Nestle bars, cuz it’s your Crunch-time It’s sad to see him having lines longer than school lunch-lines// And using fake personal on me? That’s pretty sly,-dude I hate dealing with fractions, so let’s not discuss your IQ// He not smart if all the English classes can school dis herb He thinks he’s dope? He needs to know there never was a cool-nerd// Mayne, the only ‘rap gift’ you have is the one from Christmas (get it?) And the way your ego ‘fits’ your skill level just proves you’re a ‘mis-fit’// Thugzy already dead, so I’m gonna have to roast-his-hearse Only reason why you think you’re ‘on top’ is cuz you posted-first// |
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