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-Off Mental-
I left shells on ya front lawn, shots from the guage/
A nigga talk to much shit he get shots in his face/ shots in his face,a leave the nigga droped/ nigga feel the steam from the glock/ sixteen that I poped/and I'm raps newest prodigy/ ain't no one as hot me/can't fuck wit the kid/ fuck wit the kid/get shit tucked in ya ribs/ an if you want it gutter-gutter I ca torture your kids/ It's a problem, cause half these rappers is fake/ each one claimmin that they great/ they ain't never pushed weight/ and it's funny they be swearin they street/ Same flow, same song, just a change in the beat... |
its was real simple... try throwing some vocab in there.. OoNnEe
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i thought it was tight
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It defenitley needs some vocab::::::: The ideas were hot though...you should try improving this piece with some better vocab, and drop it, i'd like to see an elevated open mic on this:::::::::::::: |
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