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| Phenom | Kingz | Dabatos | TonySelf | Tha Q | Half Breed | Tito | 7th End | RV Radio  |
12-31-04, 01:58 PM
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Cure for Tha Sickness!!!
IP:
Sickness bit more than he could chew off. His rep is one Spoke easily blew-off. I'll make him face "Defeat", like any "fetishist" that manages to get the "shoes-off"!...
I'm not stupid... I will not underestimate you...But lemme "remind you"! Inside of a dumpster in pieces is where they'll find you... Peep my "black book" for ya' name, and underline you...<2> Step on your "brain" and "undermine" you!... Your disobedience "shocked me" like "Thunder~times~2"...Sickness still mind-fucking his-self, thinking somebody gon' sign-you!.... Spoke is like "The Man Of Steel"... minus the weakness for "Kryptonite". Here I'll sign ya' myself: "To my fan, Sickness!...Yours, Spoke"...now go tell your girl 'bout the best thing~you~did~tonight! You ain't making moves homie...A question...How Are You aint a rapper....a Lable will never hire u...My autograph on ya' dome.... is the only way a "MAJOR~WOULD~SIGN~YOU"! But then I'd come to my senses... You on my label??...."FUCK DAT!"... I'd release you on the spot and blame it on "cut-backs" Practice your "8-Mile" stance on ya' Fisher-Price Mics.... And look in the mirror while you do so...Repeating to ya' self "This nigga sound nice"..... This is just a lil' sample of my "fuck~N~barrage"....... Since like you live near the Arizona deserts.... Your chances of being a performer, is "just~a~mirage"...... Come back when you establish ya' self, you ain't comp to me, this is a "light~practice".... Wanna know what "dick ryding" spoke feels like??... Go to ya' yard and "find~cactus"... Lube up up your "exhaust-pipe"...Prepare for entry... You won't beat me...this week...this month...this century.... You're past ya' prime homie... Your rap style's "forgotten~n~dead" I'ma have everybody in ya' camp smirking and "nodding~they~heads"...... My moniker is "Bank Of America".... My "interest" is to "check" your rhyme "rates".... "Withdraw" your essensce out yo' brains...And get a pencil & "Overdraw" your "mind~state".... Sick ain't it.... Fact is... you can't out-do or out-say... whatever my "rhymes can".... Cause Spoke is so0o0o ill.... I've got every disease known to mankind, and less than a 24-hr. "life-span"...... Your rhymes are hot??....Then mine are "3000" degrees colder than "Andre's".....With "explosive" origins like I hailed from "Bombay".....You don't have a "belt"do ya??....Then prepare to get "wrecked" and get ya' lips sewn the fuck up".....Like "Kanye"..... Fuckin Cheater!!!! |
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