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Bitchez Aint On My Level
Damn Here Goes Mag.Nif.I.Cent Again That Crazy Bastard....
HaHa Weeerd Check It............. yo, Point blank ta Dome, In a League of my Own, Ranked Alone.... Cement fist thrown, until tha Pavements Broke... Blood for Money is tha Only Payment-Owed, ya Raised ta Choke... in a place known were they rather Blaze and Smoke, then Save there Soul.. living in a Wealthy Country but always have ta Face da Poor... the good die young, that why Many Soldiers don't make it Old... Aging-slow, better hit tha Office Space or Go........ people in they 30's not worthy so they stay at Home..... slither like Serpent snakes, but never Rake tha Gold...... Im tellin ya when oppurtunity strikes you Better take tha Doe... Live, watch and Rise, I can tell you Time Waits.... brace yourself, bad soceity with high Crime Rates.... Irrate, with dark Subway Stations and Night Trains.... Ice Age, and my Mind-waves will Find-ways... and we raise da Bar like Strong people with Light Weights.... Mag.Nif.I.Cent ta tha Infinite suffering from Rhyme Rage.... face da Limelight, or ya always be stuck in ya Mindstates... Life, wrong car, driving with Right Plates..... Dilema, ya always remember, da Right-way.... Ammunition shells, spread across tha Highway..... we dont choose our Fate, but decide who will lose and gain weight... Drugs, Infliction, and Malice, tha description was Founded... Prision and Low-budget houses, south ta the Border Houston ta Dallas. Home sweet Home, the Palace ta Thousands, Impounded ta Pounded.. Slim ounces ta Ounces, its all how we Balance da Power...... hook: Eventhough its Hard at Times, and we starve at Times.... tha light turns Dark and tha Lights hard ta Find.... Words to Barz and Barz ta Lines... the Soceity trys ta Target our Minds... we all got Problems, our Partners at Crime...... Yo, tha Filingins-forced, severe cases of Child support... single parent mothers on they 4th Mortages, Fined at Court.... heat Mild ta Torched, shots fired at ya Porch.... Sire we Relying, ta Hide in tha Dark.... my Minds my Thoughts, project my rythym.... tha 2 chambers of Soul, my Lines and my Heart..... My Rymes and Remark, starts from tha first time in tha Park... Hustlin, Strugglin, Jugglin, and Sprint, hard ta Hangover... Like Jungle Gyms, for tha Kids, Hastlin waitresses Buggin fa Tips... Mothers Huggin they Kids, cause they Going ta the Pen... as Ugliest as it Gets, masterminds, the kinds Stuck in they scripts.... Skippin they Trip, Sniffin the Drips, Pathetic Bitch... Unemployment line, is destin ta Strip, Exit my Shift.... Its funny, trying to make Money, Gunnin my essence of Clips.... Extra,extra, Aw shit im next in this Bitch.... New York, Night shift, Perfected this Biz..... And Thats Fuckin Weerd Keystyle!!!! |
my boy is killin em out here............weerd..........
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nice shit lets collab some time yo
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good shitt....I would like 2 hear it in audio
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koo 4 a keystyle.....prolly sound good in audio....
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Once Again Good Drop.keep Em Comin'
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ew!!! that was hard cutty. i was feelin' it, for real. no hate...strictly dope. keep ridin' homie. oner.
s.v....big bad c.s. |
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