ayo, yo, aight check it,

when im on a rampage i destoy emcees on sight/
let them desperately seek a small dose of life/
im heated like a stove when i hold da mic/
but when it comes to sparin lives im as cold as ice/
my skill reaches inclined heights/
when i fill opponents wit fright/
my main potential is might/
these cats gonna lose one life tonight/
ill make your blood spill like three day old grease/
the insane words i think is what causes my soul to speak/
im scorchin your dome piece/
better come strapped if ya step to me boldly/
like claude monet im a real artist/
you havin a boner is da only way youll be da hardest/
im sicker than a victim of an STD/
the cure for my disease is if i rest in peace/
but by now you probably know that there aint no killin me/
im still hibernatin i just came out to drill emcees/
this is just a peice off da top da brain/
ill have your head to claim when i pop at your frame/

toughness, toughness. shit on 'em! holla at ya boy!

s.v. of the crhyme sindicate

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Originally Posted by Nick Fletcher. I don't drive an Eclipse, they're chickmobiles.

QUESTION: Is it even possible to improve upon perfection???
ANSWER: CRHYME SINDICATE



"I remember this one time I thought I was wrong........but I was mistaken." -Unknown




R.I.P. Jonathan "ONE MAN BAND/TERUMOTO" Nigro. Goodbye brother. God bless the dead. One love.

shit was fire homie!

thanx. can a muthafucka get some feedback?

come on yall leave some fuckin feedback!