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Bangs like bikini attol
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IP:
I smoke weed... And I get better lyrics...
Not high shit:
My infinite riveting raps equipt a bigger attack.
To hit you quick in the back, with a pick or an axe.
Till ya bone withers & snaps, shivers & cracks.
I'm pissing on fags, trynna say their rippin a track.
Iller than raps, written by cats like Nostra D.
Emcees left with a mental disease, messing with me.
& record executive's need, to be checking the scene.
Instead of lettin em fiends, keep repping the dream.
Of being a dope rapper, I'm sick of these hoe faggets.
That go platinum, even when their known actors.
Infact its so backwards, I practice attacking these wack kids.
With hatchets & medieval battle axes.
I'm an underground rapamatic, fenatic react with static.
My styles origional, most cat's generic & tragic.
I gets classic with my tactics, reguardless.
This artist--------------- currently known as Nostradamus.
^which is off on a tangent about nothing---___----
But when I'm high I come up with concepts like the one I'm writing now, called 10 Deadly Venoms. Its where I rap a verse each on 10 different beats using different styles with every beat change.
I'm half way through writing the 5th verse now, but I aint posting it cause its going on my cd and bastards will just have to wait...
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