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Old 07-24-03, 12:12 AM   #2
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moss-ill whatta obtrocity-couldnt balance his chek book-if he ground'd jets velocity//(he'poor)
guess u thought u'd serve a loss-ta-me..all can see-..41st vic be simply jus a toss-ta-me//
fer reall dis bitch-he cant be taken ser-iously....
what-up witta dolla-sign nexta names-tryna claim cash like im on ya label'?//
only way our names be side-n-side be like now-cus we only rappin-on-my-cable//('internet)
bin-laden tales-u read as fables-coward-ness acts be ya fortieg-logistic of emcee's of a-stray//
like ya name-ya verse'n moss-dere hair's be turnin grey-rippin an tearin r-kelley-..u jus kids play//
Mc'y D style-bitch whateveru want'u can have it ya way'-best believe ima still spit in ya entree//
cus ya frontin witta equall to be so lethal-guarantee-full-i rap-an i become decietfull//
stop da beef-dawg ya straing like u was-meat-filled...when a vegetarian from da start//
lemme pop dis tart-claimin what he drops b'art'...nada but a stank ass pussy fart-an da face ta-plays da part//
dun take da verse ta heart-i infect ventricles an create coronary infections str8 up upon detection//
like a spic-ya set out fo defection-cus ta read ya verse-i pops viagra jus-ta bust erections//
carson-jet low on style-moss-ill top of peak spittin equal ta carson's bile
dun try an play like ya an unda-cova brotha cus we know ya jus a anotha-kracka covered witta tinted color//
u neva listened ta ya motha when she said u had a brotha an ya brotha was ya fatha an ya fatha was ya motha//
u know ur white when ya family tree-spreads like a palm leaves....
claimin u a veteran-simply cause u sent ya wannabe- a c to 8-mile letter-in//
i shit on peeps like u an sever-em..simply waistin types of u-wit no remembrence o' endeavorment//
mean shit ta CJ-sickly witta verse-dispursed-cursed-witta-nada butta wosre verse-to intact a hurse//
got ya beggin fo nurse-beatin punch-lined from granny when ya treid ta steal her purse for her pre-written verse//
peace-bitch-nada homie tryna rap-hard claimin upper parta-sum-town a rich kids
ya da lid tight-thats right homie-best keep ya otha job-while dis jet takes flight//
keep parallel ta CJ's sight-dat way ya wak-ness dun shed-from my glimmer verse-of lummin light//
newbie 14-15 emcee tike....