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LoCo:
Ridilin controls are bodys, we should write a book on 'Ill For dummies'
Seems like we rap-zombies, dropin 6-8 ill rhymes a day.. fuck the obscuritys
Nuclear Concepts rolls threw 10 deep, wit 6 Ill MC's in the jeep' beef u goto sleep
4 behind makin sure we ridin straight,infinite soldiers on r side
and we havent begun to ride'
We run this shit like a marathon, i spit flames off the dome that be ill like a python
Wrap round your body, its bout time i've begun...
Im the strangest thug ull ever meet, when I rap i prefer no beat
i flow to the 'ohh'
Ima playa for life, if i ever make it out of the hood, ill come back next day - its normal for me in some way
But all you hata's I aint mad at cha, just glad that cha, gon' be clowned wen i snap at cha
Graspin on my rap-glock, slip a verse in the chamber, unload in ur brain.. its insane aint it
Grew up on Cabrni Green, hustlin since a youngin' 19 and im still sonnin, ive done-it
Came from the boddom, to the top of the tree top, fell and im still there (boddom)
But I dont care - wit a ill crew like Nuclear Concepts, fuckin up the Scrupria-Rejects
Vocabulary is pretty scary, aint it, never thought a thug' would carry a dictionary
The only time I recyle, is my rhymes, fuck the trees' and nuke the whales
Duke the G's and screw the phenes, its over wit, CENTZ finish it
Deminish it - this is off the dome, my time is over - CENTZ heres the microphone///

CENTZ:
you aint big enough to picture us even on id-
couldnt mimic our identities lip seeking our cd.
on karoakie- with my words in front of your face-
but the minute they're eraced your skillz are displaced.
NUCLEAR CONCEPTS is stronger...
a fight on mics aint battlen-
its just proof you aint phat but a(waist) of talent….
Like ( garbage men) college graduate...wait im wilden.
we been proved we the greatest thats in a past tence-
The world aint caught up to me yet... i hold the best presents.(present)
murdered all of you and if that doesn’t impress-
I’ll stop dropping bombs and drop a nuc till there’s nothing left.
I got doctors hunting me for being this ill-
With police manhunts for the rappers I killed.
It was just a battle it wasn’t supposed to be real-
But if that the case we’d all be fake so whats da deal?
Who’s hungry doesn’t depend on how you feel-
Its who end up ate and turned to a meal.
And since nobody bites our rhymes…
Or can eat these lines……I guess each battle is just dinner time.
we that nice… kid that’s why the adlibs are mellow-
Plus our play on words bello like shakespears’ Othello.
leave you half dead in a verse then in a hearst with the echo.
hell no my acapello be like mass homicide-
a serial killer of lyrics....
then the dictionary regardless if its revised.
There’s no revive once you’ve died-just hell-
Who ever thought they could win against us lied to themselves.

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Reppin NUCLEAR CONCEPTS


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