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The Golden Equation
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Da *Equation Simple* as WAN-two-three.. Like Playin *Tag with Animals* VETS just Run-from-ME.. Its Not Over When Im Done-Youll-See.. I Got *Gangsta's Runnin From Bullets* like Bringin Gunz-To-Meets!!! Emotional-Writtens.....Emcees Move Away When Da Chosen-One-Spittin.. The Notion-was-given..Im Here To *Free Ya Flow* Like Dippin In Oceans-when-Swimmin... Heat Sparkin Towards at Ready-Oppenents..Division of Limbz when I Set-The-Exponents.. Ill *Blow up the beef* wrappin Gasoline-in-Explosives when Chargin Deadly-Components... Da Clips-Blindin..Only When *Playin With Pens* do Yall Got Tips-Flyin.. Aint a Bit-Shinin...Im *Destructin Your Comfort* Like Relaxin on Slit-Linen!! Rtik *PUSHIN BARS* and Press-Ya-Hard when Maxin-ya-weight.. Like *Playin Games Of Chess* Im Known for Attackin-A-Mate!! Im *Chokin Necks* leave Kids Coughin-A-Lung.. Like *Swings On Playgrounds* its Often-ya-Swung.. Rtik Just Handlin *Dead Weight* Until Victims Coffins-are-Slung... Controlled-ya-Bunch..Yall Kids Couldn't *Handle Dope* if yall Rolled-a-Dutch.. *Strike With Venomous Spits* Like When Cobras-Clutch!!! Im *Universal NEWS* like how U.S. bout to BOMB-IRAQ... Your *Train of Thought Is Gettin Blown* Like Lightin Napalm-on-tracks!!! Chorus: Da *Equation Simple* as WAN-two-three.. Like Playin *Tag with Animals* VETS just Run-from-ME.. Its Not Over When Im Done-Youll-See.. I Got *Gangsta's Runnin From Bullets* like Bringin Gunz-To-Meets!!! Wise Words Settin-Ya-Clear ..Through The Sweat-and-the-Tears.. Im Known Among Worshipers as the Holy Vet-That-is-Feared.. Bring Dark Pain And *Defying Laws* and Upholdin-Powers.. Im Leavin Kids with *Multiple Pops* Like Dirty Sluts-Sold-For-Hours.. Stickin *Pacemakers to Tracheas* Cuz Ill Clock-ya-throat.. Mighty Pens will Block-ya-notes.. Your *Not Up to The Prophet* like if the Stock-went-broke... *Close Up ya Folders* Rtik Filed-and-Respected.. Unknown Style-is-Perfected..You Kids aint *Feelin IN* like an Infant Child-when-Neglected.. Im Steady *Flowin Off The Top* Like Water Falls-and-Cliffs.. These Brass Balls-are-Stiff..And If The Law-would-Slip... Im Raw-with-Gift..Ill *Burn Ya Words* When Kids Jaws-are-Lit... Lyrical Sharshooters Equipped with Direct-Aims.. Mad Scientist will Infect-Brains..Like *Rain Checks Spelled Backwards* Rtikulate will CHECK-RAINS...(Rain Check) Like *Misplacin Essays* yall Emcee's are Erasin-ya-Points.. My *DOPE FLOATS* when Heaters Fazin-ya-and-blazin-Ya-Joints... This Golden Child Done-Spit-It..Odi Havin-Fun-wit-it.. Claimin *Played Lines* But If Its Heat My GunZ-Spit-IT!! Da Sickness like *Aids in Boxes* yall Tryin to Catch-a-Case.. Scratch-ya-Tapes..Rtik Known For *Throwin SLOW HANDZ* so i can Match-ya-Pace.. Overdosin On Pills It will only take O.D.-Once.. *Drunken Master* With tha Forty-Clutched..Ya I Snort-and-Such.. Im *Dividin ya Heart* Now Emcees Need to Sort-The-Trust.. Ya Cords-will-rust..Peeps *reppin VET status* but the Gods Know-Im-Da-Best.. Arisen Souls-in-Da-rest...Ill leave ya *Organz Spillin Blood* Out the HOLES-In-ya-CHEST!!! Chorus: Da *Equation Simple* as WAN-two-three.. Like Playin *Tag with Animals* VETS just Run-from-ME.. Its Not Over When Im Done-Youll-See.. I Got *Gangsta's Runnin From Bullets* like Bringin Gunz-To-Meets!!! |
this was nice man. good wordplay and multis. the flow seemed a lil off in a few areas but it was still a good spit. keep bringin it
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Good work Rtik, forget unfadeable^^, he jus don't know how to say it. They complain about that to me too. Frankly i'm gettting tired of it...Anyways, you a heavy weight kid keep spittin'...
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real nice piece, keep spittin
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^did you really read it^..cause thats all ive seen you post in people's thread
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Re: The Golden Equation
Your shyts tight...but here...I'll freestyle for yuh...
-ayo...so as you patiently wait for me to start with these games, you can imagine me sitting here cockeyed ready for rage, and as i sit and i write you know that i start this engage, with every intention to murder the dawg who steps to muh page...and so yeah i grew up in the ghetto of NY, who the fuck are you to try and go against me you'll die, im the crasiest muha fucka you ever seen rhyme, so step in line for the show atleast your ready for mine, cause ill give it to you straight out and one by one you all can just cry, over house i demolish and polish off every damn line...~1~ |
what was that for
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yea, I read it. And that's not all I post. When im not feelin somethin, then I tell em. I was feelin this, so I told you what I thought. |
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uppin for more of that good feedback
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