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06-04-03, 10:47 PM | #1 | |||||||
Banned For Biting
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Gimme That Damn Mic
IP: 70A9 C9CB
Cranium capacity accelerates at incomparable levels/
brain decibels, elevate to drop magnetic flows/ low blows, get fluctuated and outdated/ your rhymes “dismissed”/ like mtv’s flaming bitch/ its apparent you weren’t raised with parents/ your flow unwanted like aids awareness/ so be scared when bullets drop in ya skin/ and penetrate your heart like cardiovascular medicine/ heaven sent/ to blow your assignment outta alignment/ your punches “played by ear” like “Mike Tyson”/ blood infested intestines don’t get questioned/ when uppercuts “Pierce” your jaw like the “Boston Celtics”/ triple threat elements/ make your defense irrelevant/ left with out “50cents” so that must be “Ja Rule” asking for repentance/ resentence, your structure, miscommunication/ is hard to deal with when brain waves embody you like “Professor Xavier”/ word behavior/ often turns into manual labor when mcs mistake my verses for different tasty cake flavors/ biting is stealing, feeling regret makes real mcs upset/ enuff to body a big time vet with pen equipped like a leer jet/ fear is demised by the wise, but frozen in disguise/ of those eyes that cant realize time/ be real with your rhyme, or the “9” can put “breakfast” on your mind and have you thinking “flat lines”... |
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06-04-03, 10:56 PM | #2 | |||||||
BANNED for biting
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IP: FF98 53B8
U a dumbass...did u read da rules...1 Open mic per day
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06-04-03, 11:09 PM | #3 | |||||||
Banned For Biting
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IP: 70A9 C9CB
Bash you Aint shit Besides He Who Knows Knows all!!!!!!!
Do You Really Want This hyper speed murderous presentation/ on ya brick wall imagination/ god couldn''t figure out the explantion/ to ya unlikely cremasion/ flow freely threw ya system like air conditionin ventelation/ i break thoughts feelings and figures in half/ dispatch an illness/ till it makes serebrum cortex contact/ words comin at tremendous speeds/ faster then ya mind sayin yes to some free pussy/ choke ya like a coochy thats mad bushy/ ya words is uglier then a selulite filed booty/ pimp slap ya cheek bone like a studded pinky ring/ cap ya off like a proffesional gunslinger/ cross the finish line/ i''m the winner/ i sin the sinner/ known to be a jaw bone chipper/ my words insinerate ya taste buds/ A rabbits foot couldn''t give you as much luck as you need/ slit ya throat till the realism bleeds/ burn the taste out ya mouth like smokin a bong packed with nothin but marijuana seeds/ tell ya to ya face/ BITCH PLEASE/ leave rug burns on ya mommys knees/ words cold enough to freeze you instantly/ inplode in ya brain enormously/ stick a machede in ya head like that fool jason vorhees/ my life is a never ending story/ to much horror for any eyes to see/ i freestyle what my thoughts plead/ believe all you read/ on ya little 12 inch screen/ fingers bleedin from mass typing with my hands/ lock ya brain process up and throw away the key/ freestyle to be known to all living man/ for once my plan stands in straight upright stance/ I come from Boston style puts you in a trance Zero Tolerance for fake shit The time is mine so im a be blatant FULL OF HATRED the most underated who hasnt made it Is ready to rip and rape shit Rearange ya style and give you a face lift Parapalegic, my fighting stance too strategic no shadows om my kicks too much cheap shit horrific, to specific, U''m comin through with gugitzu bone-crushin, bone-breaken, as i get into scorpion styles, with the speed of a cheeta hit ya pressure pointz withe light skillz I be the master, Iron palms is elemental combinations damaging nations in the mental cerebral cortex is obselete you''ll die ten times if your tryin to test me tae-ous master, rhyme stlyes disaster studied on the the cliffs of mountains readin scrolls holdin it down, iron sheik, she come apprenticed in the temple with --ha ha I went through torture, deadly stylez I''m the author ingested mentals, yeah, they make me supernova triple-spinnin, kicks, side-kicks, and hook-kicks they comin chiller, so, you must be realler!!!!!!--- i want all ya''ll to cop and listen, no fishin'' for complements not in my mission,/ ya''ll wishin, i would catch holy wrath like an Egyptian/ caniptions, cuz my rhymin dose was bad prescription,/ my flow just be the head lock forcin'' submission,/ theres no admittin from me that i spit regrett''n casualties,/ actually,/ the only factual truth lies in my book full of lyrical proof , style assasin like John Wilkes-Booth,/ your loose goose gave me the indication you full of hot air,/ you folded when you should of been hold''n on this red eyed jack wild pair,/ danger does not beware my life or anyone there near me,/ prepare for the war of cold rhymes, half glared sympathy/ cats with no empathy, just ready to empty three,/ clips fall because three shots dont satisfy their killing spree,/ knowledge of self keep me confidentially resigned,/ if not that my gloc would put in them black and white lines,/ the stripes and prisoner times aint right for niggas of my kind,/ i gotta get mine, when i hit with them verse lines, fucks with most lifelines,/ name must be V-fib cuz the doc said it like three times,/ peace to all ya''ll luv from the primetime,/ IM a smoke a blunt and just chill in the meantime Shits TOO Easy |
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06-05-03, 02:19 AM | #4 | ||||||
Guest
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IP: 1501 77A0
he never pays attention to the rules..........CLOSED
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