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Saying Something
Another shot at it...
Down here, everyone's in a panic// Cuz Francis is runnin' rampid...Got Dammit// I can't chill in my hammock// Reflectin' upon the damage// I'd say an awkward eye cuts deep// Deeper than niggas with heat// Four gashes drawn on a cheek// That's ventilation// And I garuntee a Nigga will approach// Just for Sultan to decloak the roach// Lyrics evoke quotes out the throat// Nope..........I will not falter// Somebody's gonna run to the alter// Forgive me Father// These niggaz tryin' curse my future daughters// Heads gassed like air balloons// Yet, blinded by decending doom// |
needs work but rhymes were hot...
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nice homie... yo, ya flow is get'n sick... keep it up
what these cats dont know, is that they are really going to see our names... fa shiggady |
it was iite , it needs some work , but keep ur thang
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