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Crystal Clear
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ayo mind develops christian scriptures...........crystal clear precision pictures//
a woman slips in her slippers..........prostitute our sistas.....feed food to our livers// grow strong, warriors create there image...........egos burst, but never blemished// we shoot at they crew, they shoot bacc............psycho mindz hunt for fresh meat like wolf packs// bombin with mustard gas at soldiers that stood fast.......runnin the streets, mobbin with hood rats// nines clutched in our palms, hands sweaty..........outside the door, my manz ready// bustin the frame, demand twenties............kids with smears on they face like ash wednesday// gutterz smellin of piss..............a bum fell in his shyt.....eyez light up when they see how real that it is// drug dealer bumb rushed and smacced in his ribs......a simple man wonderz why, he was never askin for this// this the life we forced to endure, we go through it........on the streetz yu hard?, then prove it// 10 year old boyz movin units..................geniuses made to feel stupid// no reason for this, we left clueless.............runnin our weight, sticc a gun in ya face// bloody the place.............have yu drinkin ya dna, man its sumthin to taste// out here its kill or be killed, the strongest survive..........swingin knucklez, man yu earn ya life// a fiend get burned tonite..............hold it low, rush, disperse the knife// stab it in..............if thats how yu have to live.......never go through life with asteriks// i see the opposite army, its time for the body count........water baptizes the dead, a fuccin body drowned// hear that, the pump of the shotty sound..............anutha one hit, his corspe droppin down// he bleeds from his hips...............he wants to live?, yu can tell cuz i sense pleads from his lips// i managed to get out unscathed, i go to church and thank jesus for this.............then i hit up my enemies crib, and sleep with his bitch//............... ALL I NEED IS ONE MIC all keystyle baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
WOW EVERYBODY IN HERE HATES
ME FUCK YA FEEDBACK THEN CAUSE YALL BITCHES |
all i gotta say is...
nice piece! |
Thanx 512
bout tyme a vet gives me sum props |
dope writings...
The Wordplay Here Was Capital, The Flow Was Tight, Overall It Was A Tight Piece...The Best Bar Was: "nines clutched in our palms, hands sweaty..........outside the door, my manz ready// bustin the frame, demand twenties............kids with smears on they face like ash wednesday//" |
hey i liked that, smooth flow like a good pint. especially last four lines, bitchin' verse man......
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why you jocking him like this dude.................
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very nice, this is a good peice, great flow
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