Tha Flash - I'm looking for a crew
 

this da boy tha flash, i have a few crews after me so here's a chance for them to snatch me up for themselves

lil freestyle

nigga i'll cut ya guts up then i'm back in a flash
i'll let my heater spray u so like a car accident ya leaned over the dash
with ya brains splattered out all over the shaft panel
i'll pull ya heart out like an emergency latch handle
i burn ya wick quick just like a fast candle
the hollow tips spill ya insides
ya ain't hot so ya man on the corner just lied
i spit venomous shit so my game is heavy
ya hood nice but u ain't battle ready
i'll leave ya ass in the ground if u step to me dog
and i got the 45 loaded if ya testing me dog

Sup blood.
I new as of 2day. dont wonna fuck around waiting for shit to happen. i wonna take on peeps, N dam i wonna 'crew' 2, ya get mi.
I like wotz u droppin, check mine. rekkon u feelin' it den sweet.
peace.

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Yo,
Each one teach one, Preach some, Learn some, buy some books, Open mind n turn son//
Pages to our changes that need to be applied//
Generation mine, thru rhyme I’ll encourage the blind//
Join hands, burn flags, borders are wars, n remember dat you can learn bad//
Dis leads to conflict in thought, own personal hesitation, den more arms not fare get bought//
Defcom 4,
From I 84,
I on X like man stroke wolf//
Not Mandible was are grouped corrupt robbed youth//
Plan to quote all of dope hooks to folks to tell my minds shook//
Recipe for disaster n to b Frank like Sinatra I Don’t wonna COOK!//
Up deese evil ideas,
let us be free n spread da logo,
open ears,
solo act amin n I hide in raindrops or tears//
only natural can trust, neglect water pipes filled with chemicals n rust, broken filter//
check the litter, check the modernisation in commercialism within our own kingdom//
United with hype that even got the dykes up//
Wha!, wake up// stay alert to hurt but balance it with smiles//
Childs, tell your parents open eyes, open ears to the disguise u wouldn’t believe their sneers//
Were bitter without help//
Generation X yeh, so hot u gunna melt, heart felt pain from leg broke out of sight was poor//
So work out that coz revolution communication is scribbled in ancient talk//
Trust ,more if convinced, Streets of where I live gotta glimpse of mr. Tony Twat//
Drunk off Cherrie, dere kids on crack, but all Christmas’s are Merry, coz they gotta our fucking money//
Locked tight in secrets//
Safeholds aint visable, I don’t know shit, that’s not the most critical//
They do n ridicle us with rules, schools that don’t teach right//
Signs that say left but they all leading to a fight//
A combined effort for destruction//
uplifting the humiliating fisting but getting caught in the suction//
The basics, smelling sweet like flower fragrance, figuring equations to escape this matrix//
Faking as Bate kid is I, won’t it more right?

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