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Old 07-08-03, 02:25 AM   #1
Johnny 6-feet
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this makes no sense at all

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im just using this tread to store some shit i wrote in a chatroom cypher. you can read it if you want to, ima come back with a notepad later and write down the tight stuff. laterz.

jury swayed, in favour of the motion of spitting/
we duly paid, this slickness of the lotion is dripping/
no style swicthing, from now until the end of time/
my thoughts through the cosmos, kids im sending mine/
defend your mind, the right attack can bend your spine/
sharper than a man who got a porcupine to lend a spine/

im on the run like ras kass, reaching to blast/
im the profession in the shit and im teaching the class/
first part is rhythm the second is rhyming/
the third is to mix em tight with perfect timing/

they might bleed fast? they cats are amoebas/
single brain cells coz they dont train well/
look heres the details, over there are the females/
in room 213 is a cloud of smoke, the c-smell/

no hell, we've been through the see through/
i serve punchlines to your mouth just to feed you/
i think females never rap, coz they aint got the abilties/
and legally they could find their last will in me

bringing it back, i push weight like im slinging a yak/
across denmark, my pen sparks when im singing a track/
so swing with me cats, on a 1,000 mile mission/
scientists call me lazy coz my works have "gone fission"/
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