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Dont Push Me Of Regret It
From: A Place Were You Could Never Dream To Be.. |
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Mic.....Freestlye
IP:
Dis is a freestyle..
I love da mic as if it were me own flesh and blood,
Kill my rhyme wid my vocab fresh and thick like mud,
My mic cred is out of preaces the ozone layer,
Like a vampier I slay MC's and leave with-out Prayer,
Im doper than a pound of maroaria
My flow has intense speed like a lama,
My out take in life is to take out on life wid verble,
Dis is my Onslate to reject spitin herble,
Moore flow than a rappid more strenght tham mahamid,
Moore dopeness than a bonge my verb neva wrong,
Dis is a freestlye and still leavin' mc's stunned,
They Read da txt a look like theve been guuned,
Coz this sripture has deffied English lirture,
Droped it quike and framed it like picture,
I host da mic and dis my opertuinty to bitch-ya,
I live wid Da Mic glued to my hand and i ditch -ya,
You aint worth nufin wen i reach da stage wid my litracy,
Coz veralbly i kill wid rhyme moore lyric than lryicaly,
Levae bitch ass and dumb fuck street struck,
coz most bite there rhyme of peeps like Yung Buck.
Blah....Quick freestlye..I was Bored....Feedback Homies...Pz
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Yo HeXeN More Ture Than A Felection
More Gifted Than Christmas
Minds So Unclear Like Third World Water
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