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I have a lot to learn...
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Originally Posted by .Murdz.
Ha Ha, No One Man Band Is Showing Me Up! WeRd!
Put this chump to rest, ya'll know his spark was a gimmick,
And that he couldn't get heads noddin at a parkinson's clinic,
Murdz the most potent strand, against this suttle mixture,
Ya girl's like baseball, Dug out with a couple pitchers,
Im on top of this shit, my punches got people eager to listen,
And dudes so young that his "B-Boy" stance is the fetal position!*
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not bad, not bad... *changes font*
lemme start off by kickin a free flippin with ease rippin emcee's,
only kidders believe they livin my steeze i'm dope like hittin the green,
i'ma friggin disease, spit heat like when triggers are squeezed,
ya'll not fittin to be sittin with me, try step 'n i'll cripple ya knee's,
i got the sickest a flows, i'm that bad i gotta battle in hazmats,
wack kats get gagged fast, grab gasp chokin like they trapped 'n passed gas,
'n that's mad, i act rash 'n smash past causin damage 'n shit,
savagly rip 'n ravage a kid, i'm massive with this 'n lavish with spits,
no-one's matchin my flows, like throwin poetry ya'll catchin my prose,
reactions to Omb range from clappin to groans to scratchin ya nose,
amazed 'n wonder how i can possess the rhymes to molest the mic,
oh yes i'm tight, so dope that customs get told to arrest on sight,
the best i'm hype, my writtens so hot that props even givin me props,
hieroglyphics give visions in rock depictin how i blitz when i drop...
straight keystyled... if keystyling existed -_- |