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Back Again...
My, gift to speak is weak...but my pen is on point Ghost writer master mind...put my pen on a point Driven by my madness...Speak of what I Posess I'll break a sword across your face To leave your tongue in a mess... Weak Bastards wipe... as Fiend Cowards Gripe Like the souls of 9/11... In the Twin Tower Peaks I have the Gutter of Mac Dre... and the Soul of Gillispie But I smoke away my Talent In the Home of a Century... My past is tainted...My Future's unknown My insight see's only Vegeance...In the Heart of the Chrome I see Despair and anger...without a way home Why my niggas creep When their better to Roam... I lead others to Believe...That my skills are supreme Am I talking to shit...? Thats for you to believe Don't get slumped by an 80...And face death in Degrees And have your soul swimming free The Emacipation of 1863 |
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this had a good flow to it but nothin' really stood out and made me say oh shit, ya know?
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Eh? I did what I did, But thx for tha feedback anyhow
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this was ight, but some part were not really on point patna. You had a good flow overall but maybe make your verse more creative by puttin some multies or makin ya punches wittier, ya feel me? some bars i just didnt really get at all but....
Driven by my madness...Speak of what I Posess I'll break a sword across your face To leave your tongue in a mess... ^^^that was my favorite bar outta the whole joint.... holla at ya boy. on my OM's peep the sig shawty... |
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